He lost control. Dropping his wand, their game forgotten, there was nothing left in the world besides himself and Hermione and their bodies, merged in a frenzy of ecstasy. With every thrust, every moan and scream he coaxed out of her, Draco felt like he was rebuilding himself. She felt so good around him, so right that everything seemed to fall back into place. There was no more evil and no more suffering in the world now that Hermione was underneath him again, relishing in the pleasure he gave her, clinging to him. The sight of her, the curve of her breasts, the way she bit her lip, the frizziness of her freshly dried hair, the freckles. He almost wept at the sight of so much beauty coming undone around his cock.