Draco’s muscles tensed, his teeth nipped and his tongue began to slip in and out of her mouth as though he was fucking her. Hermione shivered and moaned, the tip of her tongue tangling eagerly with his and sending thrills of pleasure into her core, clit aching to be touched, body – no, not body, she corrected herself, her v– her pussy aching to be filled by him, used by him. Thinking about words and slang and technical terms and body parts made Hermione blush despite not even saying them aloud, but Draco’s hungry mouth and skilled tongue swept that blush away. She didn’t care what she called it; she just desperately wanted him to fuck it.