"Good girl" he breathed in a low voice as his tip touched the back of her throat. His hand tangled itself in her hair as she bobbed deep, holding her head with a firm grasp. His rings dug into her scalp as he fucked her face, desperate to keep himself at the back of her throat. Tears pricked the corner of Hermione's eyes, but she had no desire to stop, not with the various whispered praises of  "that’s it baby, good girl, just how I like it –" that were leaving her soaking. 