Theo crawled onto the bed, and came to lean over her, loving how petite she was. Knowing that he wasn’t ready for Hermione to see all the old burns and scars that covered his back, he only rolled up his sleeves and unbuttoned his shirt as he looked down at her fucking herself with her fingers like he’d commanded. She hadn’t stopped throughout Draco’s perfect blow job. She really was a lovely little creature, she was dripping wet, her fingers coated in her slick. Her face was flushed and her eyes so dark that the honey of her pupils engulfed her irises . The blue and green lights of his office made her look ethereal.