"Tell me what you want," Draco pantsed into her ear later that night. The house had emptied. Their visitors seemed unlikely to ever return. They’d barely even done anything yet, they’d just rutted against each other on the bed in their underwear, but it felt like they were both on edge and desperate for it already. Hermione could feel Draco hard against the angle of her hip and she pushed upwards into it, making Draco moan.