"More," Dressed-Draco’s voice groaned in her ear, followed closely by the feel of his naked torso against her back. There was no real way to tell them apart anymore, Hermione realised. Four hands closed in on her hips, waist, breasts, and neck. One cock slipped needily between her thighs, the other pressed against her arse, going further and further down until it was against her dripping cunt.