He squeezed her breasts together before his thumbs began massaging her pert nipples. Hermione felt herself nearing the edge again as the friction increased, plied with her soaking core. Draco was far louder than he should be in the library, with his low groans, and the expletives that poured unfiltered from his mouth as he watched her breasts bounce. Hermione reached her hand down to her clit, eager to relieve the pressure. He was keeping her on the edge on purpose, the way he watched until she was panting, so close, before pulling out, watching her squirm and mouth imperceptible words of protest. He caught her wrist with a crushing grip, shaking his head while his lips pulled into a sneer. His pace turned punishing, and he began to fuck her mercilessly, her head tossed back in what would surely be a scream if she wasn’t silenced. She caught his eyes, mouthing mute words between heavy breaths, roiling in ecstasy. 