Draco deftly pulled her first thigh-trembling, world-shaking release of the morning from her compliant body. She could practically hear his smirk as she held on to his arms to keep from collapsing to the slick shower floor. He was a confident man who was well aware of the fact that he knew how to make a woman pant and scream out his name. Over the course of their days hidden in his flat naked and exploring, Hermione uncovered the arrogant person he used to be before his world changed so drastically as a teenager. Perhaps he'd never really been gone, only hidden under the weight of shame and fear for so long. Being responsible for bringing that out in him was a heady realization. She found that she liked seeing him as he once was again. Maybe there was still hope that she could be who she used to be too. Or at least a poor copy of the idealistic girl who died the same moment Harry did in the Great Hall.