Draco sat up on the sofa and dragged her across the cushions to straddle his hips. Thrusting deeply into her needy, slick core, Hermione threw her head back and groaned. He loved her to be on top because of how she was unafraid to lose herself in the pleasurable rhythms. And at that angle, it also gave him the chance to pull each of her nipples into his mouth as he wished. He never made it a secret that he could lavish her body with his tongue for hours. She certainly had no complaints.