His hands ghosted down her arse over her skirt, he reached low, grabbing for the spot just under her arse, lifting her and spreading her legs as he settled her onto the desk, his long fingers just barely brushing the edge of the jewel between her cheeks. Hermione gasped at the pressure he’d created and hummed as her bum made contact with the desk, again eliciting a jolt of pleasure. Draco’s face was buried in her neck, nibbling and laving over her sensitive flesh. His hot breath causing shivers to run down her spine every few seconds. He hadn’t moved his hands from her hips since he’d placed her on the desk and she thought he might still be worried about her consent. Before she could second guess herself, she grabbed his hair and pulled his face away so she could look him in the eyes. 