He couldn’t even begin to explain how he ended up devouring Hermione’s mouth, gripping her waist with enough force to leave visible hand prints that he would be picturing under her work clothes. The sounds she made went directly to his cock; he hadn’t felt this hard since the day she wore a semi-sheer top to work and didn’t realise her emerald bra was visible. Draco actually masturbated at work, feeling like a fourteen year old all over again. But he couldn’t help himself, her tits were perfect.