Hermione rocked her pelvis up against the hot bulge of Draco's cock, whimpering, hands dragging through his hair as he licked and nibbled at her throat. It was amazing, what they did together; her clumsy, groping experiences with Viktor Krum were nothing like what Draco made her feel. They were on that knife edge between comfortable familiarity and alien exploration; still finding previously undiscovered places and techniques that made each other moan and squirm and beg for more, but comfortable enough to be perfectly confident in the way they touched each other. It was perfection and she soaked it up, the flesh between her thighs slick and throbbing, womb clenching and heat prickling everywhere over her skin.