"The sex," she clarified and Draco made another "mm-ing" sound, shut his eyes and remembered. His cock twitched and started to harden pointlessly as flashes of that afternoon ran through his head; messy and drunken and wet and hot, and filled with frantic, angry need, and Draco knew he would have to make the next time like the first time should have been. Make it up to Hermione. Give her a long luxurious build up that had her trembling on the brink and begging to come. Do it face to face, telling her that he loved her as he slid home. All the sappy, sentimental things that girls apparently loved; and that Draco had to admit, he wanted too.