He does it again, and Hermione feels her magic trying to reach his, every nerve in her body burning deliciously as she arches towards him, his magic caressing her skin like warm water, making her shiver. Draco never stops looking at her, moving his magic around her, over her, holding her underneath him until she embarrassingly comes without him even touching her. He’d just moved his magic until hers had pushed through every corner of her body so deliciously it made her orgasm. It’s amazing and embarrassing at the same time, and Hermione takes a moment to gather her thoughts and decide what to say, what to do.