Draco obscured the dim light that streamed in from the window, casting shadows across the wall. It was sweet, the sounds of him panting in her ear, devoid of his usual strings of expletives and dominating behavior. She let out a whimper at a particularly deep thrust, and he caught her eyes with a small gasp. Draco was restraining himself. He clearly wanted more, harder, faster.  But for some unknown reason, he was making this about Hermione. After a particularly deep thrust, he rolled her on top of him, leaning his head back against the feather down pillow with a delicious groan as her full weight settled around him, arching his shoulder blades into the duvet as his full attention settled on her figure, framed in moonlight. "So pretty" He murmured, watching the point where they connected, the way her breasts bounced as she shifted to gain friction. He was worshiping her body as she bounced on top of him, slowly, teasing him to see how far he would take the gentle act. 