And then she came. Hermione’s orgasm took over; her brain went blank and her body couldn’t do more than ride it out, shaking and moaning his name over and over until it turned into screams. She faintly felt Draco join her, feeling the vibrations in his chest from a deep, long groan of her name. She felt a strange pressure that ebbed as she slowly came back down, her legs regaining feelings and her arms having given out completely. The only reason she wasn’t a puddle on the bed was because Draco was still holding onto her, slowly moving in and out for the duration of their orgasms.  