But Hermione did know as his lips brushed across her center. She let out a whimper, feeling the cool air when he sucked in deeply. Her hands gripped the sheets on her bed as Draco began to worship her with his tongue. He took his time, licking up and down her folds. The more he flicked his tongue into her, retreating and entering deeper each time, the more Hermione could feel that familiar wave building in her core.