"Dra – I – I –" Hermione couldn’t seem to form words with his hand so tight around her throat, and she was getting light-headed; her lungs couldn’t get enough air. And yet she was throbbing and aching for him even more than before, and she whined with need and her hips jerked outward involuntarily as his tongue laved slowly over her parted lips. Hermione was too busy struggling for breath to be able to kiss him back, but every swipe of his tongue made her quiver and twitch and want him.