Hermione only winked and siphoned the blood off her hand with magic before she wrapped it around his hard length, moving it expertly up and down. Every thought of the vase flew out of Draco’s head as he closed his eyes, savoring the pleasure she gave him. Or as much of it as she allowed, the evil minx. She knew when to add pressure and speed and when to stop, right when she’d driven him to the brink. Maddening. She was maddening and beautiful and sexy and everything he’d ever wanted. Everything that would eventually kill him.