He curled his finger, dragging against her inner wall, and she whimpered as her cunt clenched, squeezing him in place while his thumb worked her clit.

She cried out his name, and he pressed their mouths together as she rode out her climax on his fingers.

He slowly pumped his finger into her as she relaxed, and then finally pulled away from her. She caught her breath and remembered her hand on him — the hand that had pulled away and curled into a tight fist against his chest when she came.

Draco rolled to the side, laying on his back. She turned to him and trailed her hand down his stomach.

He took her wrist gently. "You don't have to—"

"I want you to feel good too." His eyes closed, and she watched him swallow. She propped herself up on her elbow and leaned in to kiss his neck as her hand dipped lower. "Just… teach me what to do."

He groaned, clenching his jaw.

She wrapped her fingers around him and stroked slowly, tentatively, watching his brows pull together. She looked down, and was momentarily fascinated by the way her hand moved around him. And… it seemed he had nothing to be embarrassed about after all.

"Is this—"

"Tighter."

She bit her lip and followed instructions. His eyes remained firmly closed, and his lips parted as he breathed harshly.

"Faster?"

"Yes. Fuck."

She sped up her hand and pressed herself closer, kissing his collarbones like he'd done for her. His hips jumped, and she watched his stomach muscles tense and release. He pressed a hand over his face.

"What's wrong?" she breathed into his shoulder.

His chest heaved for air, and he licked his lips. "I'm gonna come."

She pushed forward to kiss his lips. One hand wrapped in her hair, the other shifted down to cover her hand, showing her a pace he liked, and encouraging her to twist her wrist a certain way. He moaned when she did it on her own, and cursed while his hips jumped to meet her hand.

With a delicious sound, he grunted, stilling as he came, spurting up over her fist. He dragged her lips back to his, and she continued to pump him slowly, feeling him twitch and pulse, intrigued by the way he softened.

He grabbed his shirt and cleaned her hand. And she suddenly remembered that she was completely naked in Draco's bedroom.

"Um, thanks. Or… not 'thanks,' but…"

He grinned up at her, his eyes drifting over her skin.

Hermione swallowed. "Um, I should… get cleaned up."

He nodded slowly, staring at her. They sat up, and he handed her dress to her. Her knickers were missing again, but she was too embarrassed to linger. She kissed him quickly, and scurried back to her room, leaning back against the door and reliving the past hour.

Her hands ran over her face, sliding down her cheeks and neck—

The collar was still on. Hermione winced at the realization. She unclasped it, ready to toss it across the room, when a thin scrap of paper fluttered down to her feet.