When she lifted her arse and he couldn't feel her heat around him any longer, he let out a desperate moan into her neck. She didn't move from straddling him though. She just sat there, letting him touch her in any way he found possible. He heard her whisper a cleaning spell, quickly followed by her Contraception spell. Draco couldn't really care. Something inside his chest had taken over for the time being, and it told him to bury himself in Hermione's delicious heat. And never let her go.