Her back arched and she pressed her hips up into Draco, moaning as he thrust so deep, so deep it hurt in the best way possible, and her eyes fluttered and her toes curled, her heart beating frantic in her chest. Draco's hips jolted against Hermione's bum, the jut of his hip bones sharp on her soft flesh – he was too thin, she thought blurrily – and the bed squeaked beneath them in counterpoint to the muffled moans he jerked from her mouth with every thrust, and her clit ached to be touched even as waves of ecstasy shuddered through her.