As Hermione gradually increased the pace, Malfoy shut his eyes and his breathing became increasingly erratic the more pressure she applied. His other hand reached out to balance against the door, giving him the leverage to roll his hips into the motions of her hand. She could feel the damp locks of his hair brush across her forehead as he pressed into her, and if she wasn’t mistaken, could feel the vibrations of his heartbeat as his body bucked in a rhythm against hers.