He seemed to read her, reaching up to rub her clit. She shifted her hips, arching her back and mewling nonsense to his canopy.

"That's it, Granger."

He pushed one of her legs open wider, and she shuddered at the stretch. She gasped when he kissed her just below her bellybutton.

"Just a little more," he hummed, and her eyes pinched closed

Her knees curled up to her chest as her pleasure spiraled closer. His finger slid deeper inside of her, dragging along her walls and increasing pace until it matched the jerking of her hips.

"Draco, please—"

A low curse as he pressed harder on her clit, rubbing tight circles. She thrashed, coiling in on herself, turning tighter and tighter—

The cord snapped, her eyes fluttering and fingers twisting in the sheets. She heard herself moan and whine as her hips struggled to continue, to keep him inside of her.

When the white light faded behind her eyelids, she opened her gaze to his canopy bed. The green curtains stared down at her as Draco continued to pump his finger slowly.

She tilted her head down and found him watching her face. She flushed.

He kissed her hipbone, his eyes dark as he withdrew his hands. He slithered up her body and pressed kisses to her breasts, collarbones, and cheeks.

She slid her hands over his back, digging her fingers into the muscles there. He buried his face into her neck, and her belly swooped when she felt his erection against her hip. The need for more bubbled through her, spreading like slow-burning fire.

"You must be exhausted." His voice was ragged, like he'd just come from a run.

She frowned at his canopy. She was wide awake.

She was alive. They both were.

"I'm not tired," she whispered. She wiggled beneath him, coaxing him to lift his hips. Her hands trailed down his stomach, and she felt him take a shuddering breath.

"Granger—"

She paused at his boxers, waiting. He sighed and jerked a nod into her shoulder, and she reached inside. She shifted her hips as she began stroking him, making space for him on top of her.

He breathed tightly into her neck. He wasn't being very helpful. She couldn't get a good handle on him, so to speak, and she could only move her wrist so far. But his hips jumped when she pumped him, and she felt him thrust into her hand when she stilled.

Hermione pushed against his shoulder with all her strength, flipping him on his back. She crawled over to sit astride him and watched his eyes flicker, his ribs expanding as he slid his hands on her hips.

"Learning new tricks?" he rasped.

"Maybe." She shifted until she managed to pull him out of his boxers. "Maybe I've been dreaming things, too."

Draco threw an arm over his eyes and pounded his other fist against the mattress.

She straddled his thighs as she fisted him, drawing her hand up and twisting at the top like he liked. Staring down at him, she wondered why he didn't use two fingers inside her.