And then he was fumbling with his cock, pushing it against her slick-wet pussy and she shifted, wriggled, and – there! – he slid into her with a sharp, uncontrolled thrust of his hips and Hermione let out a twisted, thready moan. She felt filled and stretched and exquisitely sensitive, and her hips bucked up, her teeth clenched and her fingers dug into his lean upper arms, eyes squeezed tight-shut as she absorbed the sensation. Draco bent his forehead down to rest awkwardly on hers, their noses touching, jerking and shifting as he thrust, hard and deep enough to make her moan helplessly with each one. And then Hermione felt a drop of wetness fall just beneath her eyebrow, trickling down onto her eyelid, and with a shock that made her stomach flip and her breath stop for a moment, she realised Draco was crying.