He fell over her slightly, bracing himself on the table. Hermione’s eyes were half closed as he filled her completely. He pulled out nearly all the way and drove into her again. Her back arched off the table, and his hand moved to her waist. He did it again, and it wrenched a cry from both of them. He moved again and again, her hips lifting to meet his thrusts. As he looked down at her, he wondered if he could even come. Draco wasn’t sure there was more pleasure to be had than what he was currently feeling. 