Hermione's body goes limp on top of him, satiated and pliant. She barely has enough energy to press a hand to his cheek and turn his face toward her, kissing him weakly. Draco's hand begins to lazily drag up and down her back. They lay like this for a while, both of them taking a moment to calm down before Hermione moves again. She braces one hand on the arm of the sofa above Draco's head and the other on the sofa beside him and pushes herself up just enough to shift her hips to allow him to slip out of her.