The golden hue from Ophiucus burned brighter as Draco’s pace began to stutter. Draco captured Hermione’s lips in an urgent kiss, as he thrust harder, obscene moans exchanged from one mouth to the other until Hermione gasped and went rigid, a shrill scream following. Draco felt the moment Hermione orgasmed– because he felt it too. The pleasure engulfed his being and settled in his very soul. Draco cried out as he thrust into her a final time and came with a guttural moan. 