The passionate session on Draco's sofa in front of his fireplace was only the first round of a marathon night that didn't end until the sun was threatening to peek over the horizon and they were both completely and utterly spent. Hermione had been impressed with the wizard's stamina just as he was amazed by her insatiability. Nothing was ever enough. No matter what he did, she cried out for more. It was enough to discourage a less confident man. He found rising to the challenge to be worth the exhaustion. With his usual smirk plastered on his handsome lips, he did what was necessary to fulfill her every desire.