And then his touch was abruptly gone, and something – his knee? – nudged between Hermione's thighs and shoved them unceremoniously apart. She pressed her face into the blankets, panting in sharp, shallow breaths, afraid and wanting at the same time. Draco covered her, his skin warm on her back, resting on his elbows with his breath hot on her ear. His – his cock pressed against her slick flesh, almost but not quite pushing into her pussy, and the only sound in the room was their ragged breathing.