He carried her across the cellar towards his bed, and Hermione seemed determined to distract him; by kissing his throat hungrily, her teeth grazing over the edge of his jaw and nipping at it, her hair falling over Draco’s face and half blinding him. Her mouth sought the edge of his, her lips capturing his lower one and sucking on it hard and Draco groaned and gave in and kissed her as he walked, their mouths meeting hot and messy with the most delicious wet sound and he almost came in his fucking trousers, before he stumbled backward into the table and nearly bit her tongue.