Draco’s gluttonous groans into her flesh were mere vibration, all sound lost in the crescendo of her shrieks. The buzzing, heavy tightness she’d come to learn meant  orgasm built more rapidly than the first time, cresting and subsuming her in brilliant light. Her wings shook as surely as her thighs clamped around his head, before Hermione, boneless and oversensitive, collapsed into the sheets. 