It wasn't in Hermione to surrender, not even in practice. However, she was no longer interested in sparring at the moment. She lifted a leg over his hip and ground her centre against his. His eyes flashed, darkening immediately. Combat training and teasing Hermione kept Draco in a state of semi-arousal, but he hadn't expected her to let his distraction take control. Unable to use her hands, she employed her hips effectively as Draco caught up. Once he realised that training was over for the day, he used his spare hand to shove down his sweats just far enough before tugging down her training shorts and sheathing himself fully inside. He let loose a guttural groan as she enveloped him. From his dominant position, he drove into her in firm, unhurried strokes, still pinning her hands above her head. He loved how the position presented her to him, pulling her back off the ground and stretching her breasts. She swirled her hips, attempting to set a fast cadence, and tried to reach to kiss him, but he refused to relinquish control. 