Hermione wobbled and she could feel the muscles in Draco's arm bunch and shift beneath the skin as he kept them from tipping over, his mouth hot and hungry on a nipple. Draco's tongue rasped and teased and a groan shuddered out of her, his teeth nipped and gently tugged and she clutched at his upper arms, her head falling back – and that was all it took to send them over. She overbalanced their precarious embrace, and hobbled by his jeans around his ankles Draco couldn't move quickly enough to compensate. Hermione shrieked as she fell back, pulling Draco with her, his hand flying out to hit the floor and cushion the fall. They landed heavily and the breath whooshed out of her, but Draco's hand splayed on the floor by Hermione's head and his arm curled around her middle had stopped her head from impacting the floor too hard.