Shirtless Draco had enticed her, but the reality of the naked man far surpassed her imagination. Hermione had had a few sexual partners, but none had come close to Draco’s physique. His body was angular in all the right places. Lean hips, a tapered torso, broad shoulders, and arm muscles that bunched as he stroked himself. And the arse was finer than his trousers suggested. The way it had tightened to granite as he came... she moved her hand faster and put a fist over her mouth. As her whole body clenched when she came, she could swear she heard the guttural "Hermione" whisper again.