She was eager and greedy, and her pussy seized around his fingers as he pushed them into her, two of them, curling and thrusting, and Merlin she was tight and so fucking hot, and if Draco wasn't careful he was going to be finished before he even got started. His breath was shallow and ragged, matching hers, and he was still faintly dizzy from blood loss, and his tongue rasped over one nipple and made Hermione twitch and moan his name. His name, and it was perfect.