Hermione gasps, her back arching. Her head pushes down into the pillow and she stares up at the ceiling, filled completely by him. It takes her a moment to adjust when he eases and slides back—and she knows she's not the only one feeling just how much it all is because Malfoy moans, the sound throaty and dark, and then slowly increases the speed. They manage to find a rhythm to work their hips against each other, a cadence that leaves them both breathless and eyes wide. 