Knowing what she had to do, Hermione continued to roll her hips and brought Malfoy’s wrist to her mouth. She placed a few kisses around his hand before closing her lips over the wound. Malfoy bit his lip as he watched her suck the blood; the taste of him suddenly set her nerves on fire. She could see and feel a magic rising out of her own heart and out of his; together, the dark lines of this magic combined and created a strong pull in her abdomen. Hermione gasped; she was unexpectedly coming undone. She let go of Malfoy’s wrist, and dug her fingernails into his shoulders instead, crying out as her walls clenched uncontrollably around him.