Hermione’s tiny room was filled with the sound of their ragged breaths, and her face was burning hot as she slid her hand up and down Draco’s cock. She couldn’t believe she was touching it. Touching it. And despite everything Hermione had read in Muggle books on the subject, she really had no idea what she was doing. She was terrified she might be doing it wrong and she knew Draco was somewhat experienced and she didn’t want to not do it right. Didn’t want him to think she was...she didn’t know, but she wanted to please him. Like everything Hermione did, she wanted to be good at it. She wanted to be the best. Hermione thought of Pansy Parkinson with her pug face and nasty stupid manners, and jealous anger spun through her. Hermione wouldn’t be able to stand it if Draco compared the two of them in his mind, and Hermione came up lacking. From Draco’s reaction so far though, Hermione thought that she was doing okay.