Ginny sat up, and since Harry wasn't far enough in, he slipped back out. Ginny's throat released a ravaged moan, a primal need that Draco quelled by grabbing a fist full of her hair, pulled her back down, and started pounding her harder. Their lips met as Draco patted her bum as a signal to Harry. Ginny melted into the kiss, gave herself over to the sensations as the Slytherin slowed down his rhythm and pinched a nipple between deft fingertips.