He kept his thrusts relatively shallow and deliberate, and Hermione was waiting for him to come, already planning ahead to make a contraception potion right after they were done. She was so focused on what she’ll do next that she didn’t even notice a knot of tension curling in her lower belly. It felt like anxiety rising but something was off. Malfoy’s eyes were deep and piercing, he stared at her, daring for her to think of anything else but him—she couldn’t. There were only the two of them, looking at one another, moving as one, the pain of hers long gone, giving space for something else, something big, something that will make her get off the edge—