Hermione's mouth falls open again as she breathes in and out. Her forehead comes to rest on his shoulder and her breath begins to hitch. Malfoy increases his pace just a bit, rolling her nipple between his fingers again, giving it slight tugs. She feels like the coil in her stomach is strung so tight, it'll rip, it'll tear. It's going to tear her open. Malfoy presses the tip of his finger just so and she feels herself climax, the feelings rippling through her. She can't help crying out and as it shakes its way through, she notices she has his shirt in her fists again.