He worked pleasure into her with his fingers, drew it out of her, made the pleasure swell and pulse and wrench her body until Hermione was raking her nails down his back and shuddering with it, begging him to please just fuck her in gasped half-sentences. The words that spilled from her lips, the babbled, ragged pleas were things she had only ever said to him, things she had never even thought before meeting him, things she only ever wanted him to do. Draco grabbed her roughly, pulling her around and reversing their positions so that his back was to the wall, and jerked his head at the floor.