Hermione let her head fall back and press deeper into her pillow, let him fold and arrange her body however he liked to satisfy his need. First it was one leg over his shoulder, and then he had both slung over them so she was bent in half and he was plowing her good and deep so that she could hardly form sentences. Draco grit his teeth, devoting all his energy to their combined pleasure. It was working. Hermione was still working at herself, her eyes fixed on his, entranced, her lips parted and gasping. Her breasts bounced deliciously with each thrust, her nipples rosy and tender from his mouth.