Hermione trembling in their bed at home, drenched in cold sweat. Draco stroking her hair. Gently. He knew how strong the pain was, how it twisted every muscle of the body in absurd agony. The Draught of Pleasure. Some described it as having oral sex performed on you by the gods. That was more or less accurate while the effect lasted. The aftereffects on the other hand were unbearable and nothing existed to alleviate them. Draco bent to kiss her forehead gently, lightly. It was barely a kiss at all and yet she screamed in pain. His eyes filled with tears. He glanced discreetly at his watch.