An unreadable expression crossed Draco’s face before it quickly faded, replaced by a darkness, pure want and need. Hermione had approximately ten seconds to ponder what he could possibly have been thinking about before his mouth was on hers. Draco readjusted his stance, his thumb applying light, but firm pressure to her clit and moving in a consistent circular motion, while his middle finger worked its way down to her entrance before pressing into her in one swift thrust.