Her screams were painful. Whether it was discomfort or simply disgust, Draco couldn’t tell. He stroked her cheeks, looked into her eyes and kissed her as he rammed his cock into her pussy. He imagined it must have somehow been easier to be drilled by nameless, faceless somebodies in a sea of depraved lunatics. What made it hard this time was knowing who it was, being painfully aware that it was one of the people who made the very existence of the island possible... Draco didn’t have a hard time understanding why Hermione tensed and yelled out painfully. Why tears were pooling in her eyes.