Despite the pain mingled with the pleasure, it was shudderingly good, and Hermione arched against Draco’s body, hooking her leg around his thigh, the edge of the shelves digging into her at intervals from her shoulders to her thighs. His right arm was locked around her waist, and she could feel his cock pressing against her, a hard, hot bulge trapped in his jeans. She pulled her mouth away to gasp for breath and her poor, abused ribs protested, and so did Draco, grey eyes silvered and greedy as he used her hair to force her mouth back to his. It hurt, and tears sprang to Hermione’s eyes. She dragged her mouth away from his.