"Oh god, Draco..." Hermione's fingers scraped over his scalp and fisted in his hair almost painfully, her thighs bracketed his head, muscles quivering with desperate want. Draco smirked. He slithered his tongue slow and light over her clit and she shivered all over, and a strangled moan broke from her lips. His tongue danced down, sliding over wet folds teasingly, and his cock was rock hard against the mattress as she mewled; Hermione Granger flushed and debauched on the bed, begging him for more. Shit, Draco loved this more than anything else: seeing Hermione lose all composure, frantic with need and greedy want. Wanting him, wanting what he could do to her.