Hermione adjusted to the feeling of her completely unreliable, shaking legs as she righted herself, feeling the ache of emptiness thrum through her. Turning slowly, she met Draco’s eyes and found them dark and dangerous as his eyes devoured her body. He was fully clothed, his cock standing firmly out from the confines of his trousers, pulsing, head wet, and glistening in the low light of the single torch of the room. 