Draco withdrew his hands from his wife, pulled open his robe, magically undid his belt, then undid his trousers. He gripped her thighs, pushed them wider apart, his hands shaking, and kissed her hungrily, his tongue sliding in and out of her mouth. The position wasn’t the most comfortable, but Hermione didn’t care. She had been through worse. Her fingers were sticky and busy between her legs as she waited for him. Her toes began to curl.