"Draco..." Hermione gasped his name as her hips twitched and jerked and her legs shook and slammed shut on his head and her hands were vices on the pillow, and her clit washed heat and good over her and her womb clenched and her flesh twitched hard and rhythmic around his fingers and her toes curled. "Oh god, Draco..." Visceral, delicious, consuming pleasure – Hermione’s muscles seizing and her whole body racked with pulsing, spasming pleasure for a long, delicious moment. Then; satiation. Fulfilment. Perfection.