"Fuck–" He moaned "–keep going" he murmured, breathing heavily. Hermione sat up to her knees, slowly sinking back down on his length, teasing his tip at her entrance for a few moments, watching Draco become further unraveled "Gods, fuck Hermione, please–" he stuttered as she bounced, inserting him ever so slightly without ever dropping fully down, waiting for him to have enough, to finally take control. But no wayward hands even hinted at the prospect of Draco attempting to take over, instead he was letting her be in charge, fully – entirely. 