Her fingers slid up his arms, across his shoulders, over his collarbones and up over the scar as Draco lifted his head from her breast to look up at Hermione. He licked his lips and smiled knowingly as his fingers circled around and around on her clit, grey eyes locked on hers all silvery and sharp and warm at once. Hermione smiled weakly back and she knew she looked glazed and flushed, breath catching in her throat and muscles tightening in little waves as Draco brought her closer and closer to coming. He smirked wider when a whimper quivered from Hermione's lips, and looked so smug that she wanted to slap him; either that or make him hurry up and get her to come before she imploded from frustration.