"...oh," Hermione says with gasping wonder as they pull apart for a second, her bones melting under her skin and her clitoris aching and throbbing for the touch of his fingers, and then: "...oh...ngggh – mmph," when Malfoy claims her mouth again. He is vibrating with tension under her hands, pressing her into the bedpost and ravishing her, mouth plundering hers thoroughly as she moans and quakes and arches up against him, his arm hooked fully around her waist now, pinning her close but she wants to be closer. She wants to strip naked and crawl inside his skin. She feels him hard against her and it makes her want to push her hips out and grind herself against the length of him, to make him groan again like he had before, as though she had snapped all his strings, to turn his uneven drags for air even wilder, harsher, to make him kiss her all over and rut against her.