"I don’t- not with him here." she whispered looking back at Ron. "Draco..." he dipped his head to his breasts, going down on his knees as he pressed her back to the bed. Her head was pillowed now on Weasley’s side, and the fool smiled in his sleep. Though if that was part of Hermione’s control or his he didn’t know exactly. She shuddered as he kissed down to her navel. Even if it was just a dream, he cast a particular contraceptive charm. Expelling out every bit of Weasley from her. No she would only have HIS cum in her. He would be the sole thing, no Weasley or Potter or Krum, or whoever she could want could have her. His lips kissed the front of her cunt as she shifted, wiggling and making a strangled noise. Ron mumbled and she froze putting a hand to her mouth to stifle her noises. 