Before he could reach that point though, it seemed that Hermione had had enough teasing as well. She stopped right before she reached her climax and straddled him again, crushing her lips against his. Draco kissed her like a man starved and parched, as though he wanted to absorb her very essence. And even if he did end up absorbing it, sucking her dry of everything that made her who she was, of everything that made her human, and his beloved witch, it wouldn’t be enough. It would never be enough. He would always want more. 