"Draco, I-" but Hermione didn’t need to finish her thought, Draco knew precisely what she felt, because he felt it too. Need, so undeniable it nearly made him want to crawl out of his own skin. His cock lay hard and heavy in his trousers, throbbing at each brush of Hermione’s fingers against his own. The nearby astrological clock rang like a tiny bell and Draco looked into Hermione’s eyes, only a sliver of honey left, her pupils blown wide with arousal. 