When he finally stilled, his fingers loosening and absently carding through her hair, Hermione pulled back, tucking his now-soft cock back into his briefs. Malfoy's hands dropped to the arms of his chair as his breathing slowed, and the two of them contemplated each other with a strange mix of awkwardness and intimacy for a long moment. Hermione glanced away first, her gaze dropping to Malfoy's wand still sitting on the ground next to her. He tensed as she reached for it, but she merely smirked as she picked it up and cast a mouth-freshening charm to rid herself of the bitter aftertaste of his spend. She then wordlessly handed it back to him – which he took somewhat sheepishly – and rose to her feet, ignoring the tingling sensation of blood returning to her extremities. 