Draco backed her across the room, his movements quick and needy, pinning her shoulders to the wall and kissing her for a long, dizzying moment. Hermione melted and mewled and throbbed under Draco's skilful ministrations, and her fingers dragged at fistfuls of his slicked back hair, making an utter mess of it. She gasped in a shuddering, panting breath when he let her go and stepped back from her, eyeing her with smug satisfaction as he wiped at his mouth with the back of his hand and then ran his fingers roughly through his hair, trying to shove the messy strands back.