Draco couldn’t believe he was inside Hermione Granger. Her ankles by his ears, his hands holding onto her waist so tightly there was no way his hands wouldn’t be imprinted there forever. In a flash of inspiration, he rotated the signet ring that had the Malfoy crest so it pressed tightly into her side.  She’s mine. Mineminemine. Her pussy was heaven; she was so wet and receptive, trying to keep him inside every time he pulled back to push into her again. Her moans were music; no one would ever feel like her. The fit was perfect; like they were made for each other.