It didn't take long before Draco was trying to pop her jeans button open, and then she was splayed on the bed with her legs spread wide, his head nestled between her thighs and his tongue darting out and sending lashes of burning, building pleasure through her, making her every muscle quiver and her eyes screw shut, fingers grab up fistfuls of the bedcovers. But he stopped before she came, stopped just short of her reaching her orgasm, and she half-sobbed, panting and shoving at his shoulders, demanding he keep going, and he smirked at her and told her 'no'. And then it seemed like before Hermione even knew what was going on, she was kneeling naked on the floor in front of him, with his hand in her hair.