Hermione was sure Hogwarts had some archaic rule about unmarried staff members not being allowed to have sex on school property, but at this point she didn't really care. And as long as they didn't start playing footsies at the High Table, she didn't think Minerva would care, either. She finally got Malfoy's trousers undone with a little cry of triumph, and shoved them and his shorts down over his hips, his cock bobbing free, her hand wrapping around the silky-hard hot length of it and squeezing, eliciting a choked moan from his lips, his forehead tipping down to press against hers, his pupils blown and eyes glazed. Hermione smiled.