Tom wasn’t hesitant to indulge her. He grabbed her face and kissed her back even rougher than she did him. He walked her backwards, already ripping the fabrics of her clothing off of her as she fumbled with shaky, excited hands at his shirt and then his pants. Hermione was naked by the time the edge of the table hit her rear. Tom grabbed her from her ass and hoisted her up onto the edge of the table, knocking over any plates or goblets that stood in his way. Goblets fell to the floor, clanking as Hermione was only able to get his pants yanked down to his knees just in time for him to roughly and impatiently press his erect member into her wet and throbbing entrance. He bucked wildly, like an animal, as he threw his head back in ecstasy and Hermione held onto his strong arms almost like stairway railings.