Hermione pressed her hands against his chest until he lowered himself down to sit and she climbed onto him, straddling his lap. Now at eye level, she rested her forearms on his shoulders. The feathered protrusions behind his back met her fingertips, sending a shudder down Draco’s spine at her touch. Looking into his eyes, she rocked her hips in a slow circle, her thin yoga pants doing nothing to buffer against the hard length in his trousers. A heavy exhale escaped his lips, his eyes half-lidded, his muscles flexing with self-restraint. Hermione stared into his grey eyes, refusing to be the one to look away first as he took back control from his Veela form.