They felt it. Radiating from their memories, seeping into their bodies, the sensations from the past. The novelty, the nerves, the pounding of their hearts, the intensity. It washed over both of them. How full Hermione had been and how magnificently tight Draco had thought she felt around his cock. It was too much, too layered. He couldn’t take it. With a loud groan, he came everywhere. In the past, in the present, in his mind, in his body. The orgasm was so intense he forgot where he was and what year it was. He even forgot his own name. The only thing left was her and the pleasure she gave him. Hermione came at the same time and crashed on top of him, exhausted.