"Come, Hermione. Come with me," he grunted when her fingers dug into his chest, nails biting into his skin. He felt her rhythm stutter, felt her legs shake - either from pleasure or exhaustion, as she slowed, forehead creasing. Understanding, knowing that she was having problems with muscle weakness, he gripped her hips and lifted her, keeping that same brisk pace she'd set. His eyes nearly crossed when she reached between them, fingers finding her clit to pick up where he left off, rubbing furiously as she threw her head back with a shout. Teeth clenched, fighting the surge of pleasure that rippled down his spine, he slammed her down on top of him, thrusting up into her with single-minded focus, until he felt her walls clench almost violently around his cock, heard her breath hitch. He helped her ride him through her release, guided her hips as she went boneless over him before he thrust up once, twice, and spilled into her with something very nearly resembling a growl.