She had him between her thighs first, his tongue pleasuring her just in the ways she’d missed. Hermione felt on fire with her hands in his hair, grinding into his mouth when she wanted more friction. Draco moved urgently, like every second of every interaction mattered, like he was terrified she would disappear at any second. He kissed her soft stomach and squeezed her thighs, nibbled on her flesh anywhere he could, her moans filling his ears like the sweetest song he’d ever heard.