She took him deep into her throat, fighting not to heave or cough, and was rewarded by him pushing deeper, forcing the tears from the shelter of her eyes. She gagged loudly, her stomach lurching. Draco shuddered violently, she felt the ripple of his quadriceps beneath her hands—he grabbed her tight by the hair again, each hand bunched at the base of her skull, and began to thrust into her mouth, guiding her head with his motions.