Graham Montague sat on his left, chatting sports and memories of Hogwarts days. He usually followed Flint like a puppy. His Carrow Girl straddled him and began kissing his neck, putting an end to his one-sided conversation.

There was nothing to distract her now from the humming in her skin. Hermione remembered the day in the Manor library, her thighs on either side of Draco's hips — the way he couldn't keep his hands off her arse, the sound of him moaning in her ear. She could feel eyes flicker to her and Draco, and then away. The boys watching, weighing.

After a few heartbeats, she leaned in, pulling his earlobe between her lips. His hand squeezed her leg. She pressed a kiss to his pulse point. She heard his voice tremble. Her hand slithered down his chest, trailing over his shirt buttons to rest lightly on his belt buckle. She heard his throat swallow. The hand on her thigh began skating across her skin.

Shifting on his lap, she moved to straddle him, kissing his neck and steadying herself on his shoulders. His hands jumped to her hips — just like she knew they would — and the soft gasp from his lips when she settled her core against the bulge in his trousers made her head spin. She pushed her chest forward, letting her breasts graze him, and one of his arms wrapped around her back. His hand pressed between her shoulder blades, and his fingers twisted in the ends of her hair.

She could barely move like this — plastered to his front, the hand in her hair tugging her head back. Her throat was open to him, and as his hand glided down to her backside, his lips descended on her neck. She moaned softly, and felt his cock twitch between her legs.

Her hands slid up to his hair, holding him close. He sucked at his favorite spots, the places he'd discovered that made her groan and gasp. The hand on her arse massaged her over her silk dress, pulling her hips into his as the other hand held her chest and neck close. His teeth grazed her pulse, and she tried to shift her hips against his.

She could hear the sounds of glasses clinking, of boisterous voices and low music. The purr of a Carrow Girl in her ear as fingers brushed across her shoulders, offering more champagne. But it all vanished like sound in a vacuum when Draco splayed his hand on the base of her spine, rolling her hips forward at his own pace.

A tight whine escaped her throat. And suddenly the hand tugging at the ends of her hair jumped to cup her jaw, sliding into the hair behind her ear, and pulling her face to his — kissing her.

Hermione gasped in surprise, her eyes shooting open to find Draco's closed in bliss. Kissing her at Edinburgh.

Letting her lashes flutter shut, she sighed into his mouth as his tongue dove into her. Her arms draped over his shoulders, and her hips began undulating against his. Her breasts brushed his chest softly with every roll of her body, and the cold silk teased her nipples.