Hermione’s hand and mouth moved in unison; lips wrapped around the head of his cock, tongue swirling over it, sucking and licking while her hand moved up and down the shaft. Draco gasped as Hermione tried to take the whole length into her mouth and swallowed convulsively around it, trying not to gag, and his breath grew shallower, his hand knotting in her hair. A shudder ran through Hermione like one of the aftershocks of her orgasm as Draco moaned and his hand tightened painfully on her hair. She was making him feel like that. His eyes were shut and his lips were parted, a little crinkle between his dark brows, his whole body tensed.