"Huh," Draco said thoughtfully, and Hermione would have given a million galleons to find out what he was thinking right then. He crawled up the bed, half on top of her, and she felt him – it – hard against her leg as he scrambled limply over her and flopped onto the bed next to her. She realised belatedly that she had...had an orgasm, and he hadn’t, not yet, anyway. Her palms went clammy with nerves as she gnawed at her lip. If he had done it for her...then she should...and she wanted to, Hermione realised. She wanted to see it, touch it – suck it. Make Draco feel the way he had made her feel.