Hermione wasn't paying his words any attention whatsoever. Her mind was distracted by the growing lump rubbing against her cheek. The material was damp, Malfoy's penis had released some fluid through his arousal, and it was seeping through his clothing, smearing onto her. She whimpered in need and opened her mouth, gripping a bit of him with her teeth, tasting the musky, manly flavour of his wetness.