 Draco grazed her lip with his teeth and Hermione squirmed on top of him. He squeezed her thigh in response and leaned back on the sofa. Hermione took the opportunity and shifted her position so that she was straddling him, earning herself a wicked grin from Draco. She couldn’t believe how good this felt, how natural, how liberating to just let go and let her body make the decisions. She couldn’t imagine doing anything like this with anyone else, surely there would be judgement. Not from Draco, though. He enjoyed seeing her like this - she knew because she could feel every inch of him pressing into her.