At first contact she shuddered, both out of anticipation and revulsion. She continued to lower herself carefully until she had taken all of him, and he let his eyes close at last and moaned. He throbbed inside her. Hermione waited a moment for her body to relax. His size always guaranteed some sort of discomfort, however brief. She reached down with her fingers, closed her eyes, and played with herself, feeling herself clench around him. Draco moaned again, and his hips pushed up, earning himself a groan from her. His hands settled on her waist, thumbs pressing in, urging her to move.