And without preambles he sank his fingers in her warmth and set a slow rhythm thrusting in at a punishing pace. From here on she would remain unable to speak any coherent words, and this was one of her puzzles, disarmed. She loved a good story so he decided to indulge her in one. "Once upon a witch, there was a wizard." He sucked on the curve of her shoulder. "She was light, and he was darkness." Draco ran his tongue up the line of her jaw and closed his lips right under her ear lobe. "But there was a common enemy lurking in the shadows." He flexed his fingers inside her to access the soft point of her next puzzle piece. She keened at the contact and her whole body trembled. "The evil wizard had once broken from the shadows and the witch knew..." Hermione closed her eyes as he plunged his tongue inside her mouth, with a devouring kiss that he broke too soon with a smack of his lips. "...that together they could be a force to reckon with." His trusts increased to a relentless speed. Her eyes rolled and she threw her head back, holding tight at the nape of his neck, curling her fingers in the silk of his hair. "So, an alliance was forged, and Fuck! You look so gorgeous right now." She was making desperate little cries. Draco knew she was close to unraveling. He added the final touch to his ministrations by pressing his thumb to her clit in a tandem motion. She wailed in pleasure at the new sensation, her walls were clenching around his fingers. And as if closing a deal he wrapped his other hand in her curls, pressing their cheeks together, to whisper in her ear. "I know how to mend the Azkaban wards." 