"Dear Salazar you taste so good." He praised her and moved his hands down to grip her hips aiding in her grinding. She held onto him tightly riding happily. Then with a growl he stopped making her huff and then go still. It felt like a rippling wave of magic, as though something was dismissed. Hermione watched as a glamor fell off him. What Draco was could not be entirely human. He had too bright eyes that actually lit up the small space like weak flickering candles. 