"Good?" she mumbled into his chest, and Draco felt her smile and summed up a low 'mmm' of agreement. It had been good; fucking incredible. But then it always was; it was so easy to find a rhythm with Hermione. So comfortable, so right, like they had done it hundreds of times instead of... He tried to calculate in his sex-muddled brain – a dozen and a half? Two dozen? He yawned, smoothing his hand down her back from the top of her spine to the swell of her arse.