Hermione's thoughts scattered altogether then and she focused on the exquisite feel of Draco's cock sliding maddeningly slow into her pussy, stretching her, filling her, making her heels drive into the bed as her body bowed up, and her arm hooked around his neck, pulling him hard against her as her other hand slid between their bodies. He rested on his maimed arm and slipped his left hand under her bum, cupping one bum cheek and using it like a handle to hold her against him as he started to thrust, and Hermione squirmed beneath him, driven to unbearable sensitivity and yet still, perversely, wanting more.