She was  responsive.  She was  LOUD.  And fuck, she was  delicious. Draco’s tongue was everywhere; lapping at her clit, using kitten licks to make her whimper, sucking on it to make her moan his name, and licking entirely up and down her slit to lap up what she was leaking out. He would thirst for her until his last breath, he just knew it. Nothing would quench his thirst like Hermione’s sweet, musky juices. Hermione’s hands were glued to his hair; her hold tightening the more aggressive he became. He could feel the arousal dripping down his chin, his tongue inside her, going as far in as he could, mimicking the way he had kissed her earlier. 