Draco begins by suckling on one of Hermione’s nipples, blond head bent over her chest, those long clever fingers toying with the nipple not currently receiving his tongue’s ministrations. She lets out a shaky breath. That certainly does feel nice, and it’s one of the things she can’t do to her own body. But it doesn’t feel earth-shattering. Nor is she expecting anything they do today to be earth-shattering: research has indicated to her that for girls, losing one’s virginity is generally an unenjoyable process.