Blinking her tears away, Hermione continued to stare at Draco, her eyes dilated with lust. Wriggling forwards ever so slightly she started to take him into her mouth. As Draco established a steady rhythm, he twined one hand in Hermione’s hair. Conjuring a leather riding crop and grinning down at her, he rhythmically tapped her cheeks, with varying degrees of intensity. He particularly enjoyed tapping the area where her buttocks met her thighs; her moans were so sweet. Her throat constricted around his cock on every thwack of the riding crop.