Hermione didn't have to wait long, with her breath caught in her throat and greedy fingers grabbing at him blindly. Draco was rough and efficient, shoving his pants down just enough to free his cock and rolling onto her, over her, above her, his jaw clenched tight with the pain of his injury. Hermione was caught up in his frantic need, caught up in his blurring, desperate want; reflecting her own back to him, until they were feeding each other's desire and magnifying it into a creature that swallowed them both up without a thought. Her tongue slid hungrily over his as Draco kissed her hard and open mouthed, and he whimpered raw and low in the back of his throat at the hurt he had to feel as he bent his head to her mouth.