Her fingers fumbled at his belt, scrambling to undo it as he kissed her thoroughly, those little moans still murmuring out of her and making his cock almost painfully hard, aching for her. He slid his hand up over the curve of her cheekbone, burying his fingers in her hair and the rose tucked behind her ear came free and fell unheeded to the floor. His belt came free with a snick of leather and click of metal, and then Hermione was industriously unbuttoning and unzipping his trousers. Draco smiled against her throat, nuzzling it; fingers dragging her head back so he could nip at her pulse point.