Draco continued shallow thrusts against her clothed core, providing her the friction she seemed to seek. He smirked against her lips at the whimpers and moans that Hermione breathed into him. When Hermione pulled back to gasp in air, Draco took in her disheveled state. Her hair was wild from their flight, her lips swollen from fervent kisses, and her neck was mottled with red blotches from where he’d marked her. 