Hermione could only whine again in protest, her back arching. She wriggled under him, trying to get away from his demanding touch but his fingers wouldn’t stop torturing her and his hips continued to pump, his mouth on her skin and the feel of him crushing himself against her was beyond escaping. Her limbs felt too slack, her thoughts too addled by her first orgasm and Draco doing his damndest to turn it into a second.