He peeled his heated body off her and cool air rushed over her back, wet warmth trickling between her thighs as his cock slid out of her. Hermione stayed sprawled on her face on the bed, with no idea of what she was supposed to do now that it was over. She sat up awkwardly, wrapping an arm around her breasts self-consciously and eyes focused on the tartan pattern of the blanket draped messily over the bed. Hermione felt tender, and her skin was faintly sheened with sweat, her cheeks hot and her hip sore where Draco had held her.