Draco was in her to the hilt, and it hurt exquisitely deep inside, and Hermione gasped helplessly into the bed, fingers twitching around her handfuls of blanket, pinned under his body as he moved hard and rough, his breath shiveringly hot on her neck. And then his fingers clamped like iron into the flesh of her hip, and he thrust short and erratic, and his mouth pressed against her shoulder.