Just as she was about to ask, Dressed-Draco slowly slid from her, his eyes trained on her cunt and the way she puckered around him. In the absence of his cock, Hermione was left hollow and pulsing. Hands turned her in midair until she could no longer see Dressed-Draco and was now only seeing Wet-Draco; which now became inaccurate a description because Hermione found him dry, shimmering slightly with sweaty exertion.