Hermione kept trying to form words; all she could get out were  "Draco, fuck, please, DracoDracoDraco" and it went straight to his cock. He knew he wasn’t going to last, not with the way she would clench around him, the way her hands went to her breasts and pinched and rolled her nipples. If Draco never got the chance to be with her again, he knew he would be revisiting this memory until his last day. 