It was the only word that appeared in Hermione’s mind, and the one that Draco groaned as he thrust into her slowly, exhaling a low moan into the side of her neck, allowing her to get used to his size. His right hand snaked up her back and twisted itself around a fistful of her curls, pulling her head back to expose her neck to him. He continued to enter slowly, purposefully – relishing the way that Hermione was still trembling anxiously underneath him, unable to focus fully, to release the tension to him. 