His brows pulled together. "No, why would you—"

She opened her mouth, then closed it. She shrugged.

His eyes turned deadly. "What would I have to be embarrassed about, Granger?"

She chewed on her lip, biting back a grin. "I've heard boys can be rather embarrassed about their… size. But I'm sure you're good at other things—"

He tore her hands from his body and pinned them to the bed, rolling on top of her. He growled and ground his hips into her, scowling down at her.

"Does that feel 'small,' Granger?"

She shook, failing to keep her laughter at bay. "I don't really know. I haven't seen it yet—"

He sat up and ripped his belt from his trousers. Laughing, she tried helping him with his buttons, but he batted her hands away, still looking murderous. Which made her laugh harder.

Once unbuttoned, he pressed himself back down on top of her and kissed her breathless. She ran her hands over his ribs, drifting lower and lower until she was brushing her fingers against his trunks. He groaned and rolled his hips forward, sucking on her bottom lip.

She pushed his trousers down past his hips and reached for the elastic of his trunks. He pulled his mouth from hers and dropped his forehead to her shoulder, breathing harshly against her skin. She reached inside and lightly wrapped her fingers around him.

He shivered and groaned tightly.

The skin was warm and smooth. She tried trailing her fingertips along him softly, and Draco mumbled something into her neck. He drew a sharp breath, and then his hand returned to her core.

Her head tilted back, shifting her hips against his hand. His fingers trailed down to her entrance, and slowly he pushed one finger inside.

She gasped, her hand stilling and her leg curling up to his hip. "Oh—"

He lifted his head and kissed her again, pushing further into her. "Okay?"

"Yes. Sure. I mean, it's good—"

She stopped her stammering when he withdrew and pushed into her again, slowly filling her.

He cursed, and started kissing her neck again. He twisted his hand, and then his thumb was at her clit.

Hermione let her eyes flutter shut, brushing soft fingers across his cock and shifting her hips against him. His fingers picked up their pace, rubbing and thrusting faster and firmer. She could feel the strain that had been building since he kissed her outside the Manor gates swelling inside her. Her free hand twisted in the bedding, stretching out, reaching.

Her breath stuttered in her chest, her walls fluttering — so close.

"Fuck." Draco panted harshly against her jaw. "Felt that." She flushed. "Gonna make you come all over my sheets, Granger."

His thumb swirled her clit, working her higher and higher as his lips sucked at her neck. She realized her hand was still wrapped around him, but she couldn't think, let alone move, while he played with her. Her head fell back, arching her chest toward his canopy, her knees curling toward her chest.