"Oh – oh god, I'm..." was all Hermione managed before she came in a wrenching, spasming crash. Her inner muscles clamped erratic around Draco's cock, and she heard him moan muffled against her skin with surprise and needy bliss at the feel of it. The seizing perfection of orgasm rolled through her hard; her knees jerking up toward her body, her clit a sea of sharp pleasure, her womb clenching, a desperate mewling sound tearing from her lips, and Draco kept thrusting, kept moving, and it was all just so much, so much. Hermione clung to him and shuddered as she rode it out, drowned in it, fingertips digging at his scalp and twisting hard in his soft hair.