Her fingers tugged Draco's jeans and cotton boxers down to his ankles with swift, eager motions and his fingers tightened in her hair, pulling her face toward him, toward his jutting erection. Hermione wetted her lips with a sweep of her tongue and took him into her mouth, her tongue sliding flat over the head of his dick, curling around it, dipping into the slit at the top and Draco's hand jerked at her hair painfully, a low whimper escaping his lips. Hermione smiled around his cock, sucking hard and letting it pop out of her mouth, lapping her way down the underneath of the shaft and feeling the muscle of his thigh tense under her right hand – her left hand busy tracing her fingers lightly over his balls, the way she had discovered several days ago that he liked very much.