Draco kissed Hermione slow and thoroughly, his mouth hot and moving with unhurried, lazy pleasure against hers while she made little mewing sounds, and clutched at his arms. She was pulling him even closer, like she was trying to drag him into her, glue them together, and his cock pressed hard into her thigh. She was soft and warm, her curves squashed against him; both of them naked under the sheet, and it felt like coming home.