Hermione made a wobbly, mewling whimper and her hands were rough and quick, jerking his chausses open and shoving them down over his hips with desperate speed, and his cock sprang free. He held in his own whimper as she wrapped her hand tight around his cock, sliding her fisted hand up and down and his breath choked out of him, his own hand wriggled its way up under her tank top, finger and thumb plucking at her nipples and making her squirm. He grinned, kissing her neck clumsily, sucking and biting, wanting to mark her, his conscious mind gone, just working on blind lust. She gasped his name, a strangled Draco that made his stomach lurch and his heart skip, and then please slid from her lips and she was scrabbling to push her pyjama trousers down, and his hand, lightning fast, slid down her body to her soft, wet heat.