Hermione whimpered; even though she'd never really been in favour of pet names in the past, he could call her whatever he liked as long as he kept telling her all the filthy things he wanted to do with her. One of his hands made its way back to her breasts, pinching and squeezing with the perfect amount of force. She braced her hands on his shoulders and moved a little faster, giving her hips a little swivel. "Keep talking," she gasped, ignoring the smug little smirk Malfoy gave her in return.