"Guh...mmph, Dra-Draco..." Hermione shivered with visceral want as Draco pinned her against the wall with his body, hard and lean and radiated a feverish heat, his erection pressing into her belly, his mouth dropping an open-mouthed kiss clumsily on the corner of hers. Hermione tilted her face eagerly up, seeking his lips and kissing him hard, her chest heaving for breath as he crushed her between his lean body and the wall. It was intoxicating and not just because Draco tasted like firewhiskey, scorching and heady on her tongue. Every graze and probe of his lips and tongue over Hermione's sent pulsing heat into her core; her womb clenching and aching, her body wanting desperately to be filled by him, and slick wetness damped her knickers.