He rubbed the head of his penis along her slit. Hermione bit her tongue as he pushed inside roughly and began to thrust without waiting for her to adjust. He let out a long, pleasured hiss through his teeth. His hand slid up her back to her neck, his fingers sliding into her hair to grip close to her scalp. He applied slight pressure, pulling just enough to tilt her head back. The desk, although solid and heavy, rattled a little with each push of his hips. A bottle of ink slid further towards the end of the table.