She struggled to catch her breath as he pressed forward. She thought of the light in the jar on her bedside table, and how little it meant to her now, with Draco pushing his way inside of her.

Her hands scrambled to his shoulders as he stretched her open. Her knees locked to his sides, and she bit her lip to keep from crying out.

She opened her mouth to tell him to stop — to try again — he'd done it wrong.

But his eyes were fluttering closed, his lips parted in silent pleasure. She focused on his breath as he panted over her, his elbows on either side of her head. And as the pinch faded to an ache inside of her, he released a low groan that sounded like a lifetime of agony fading from his soul.

His head dropped to her neck, and his hand slithered under her back to press her close to him as he withdrew and pressed back inside.

She stared up at his canopy, trying not to squirm at the pressure. So she focused on the way he moaned on every breath. The tension in her spine that lessened each time he eased himself back in.

So this… was sex.

She pressed her lips together as he tugged her closer to him, lying heavy on top of her.

It was alright, she supposed.

And Draco certainly seemed to like it.

His hips shifted, beginning to roll into hers faster.

Her eyes widened. That might… be nice.

He groaned into her ear, his face buried in her neck and hair. "Fuck…Oh, fuck."

Something curled deep in her belly, and she shifted.

He stilled with a heavy breath, and pulled back to look down on her. "Okay?" His voice was shaking, his face pink with exertion.

She nodded, mesmerized by the hair falling across his face. She ran her fingers through it and he pressed his lips to hers, kissing her deeply as he started to move again.

It was better now. She could focus on the way it felt for him to drag across her walls.

His mouth was heavy against hers as he pumped into her. She threaded her fingers in his hair and angled his head, taking control of the kiss. His lips pressed against hers, occasionally pausing, as if he forgot himself. His kisses grew sloppier the faster his hips moved.

He began groaning into her mouth, panting on every thrust.

He pulled back and looked down at her, his eyes skating over her breasts to watch them bounce with each roll of his hips. His breath was shallow, and he clenched his jaw.

She curled her leg higher, and he suddenly slid deeper. Hermione gasped and Draco cursed, squeezing his eyes closed. His arms shook as he tried to keep still where he was buried inside her.

"Oh god," she moaned, stretched between a precipice of pleasure and pain.

Draco lowered onto his elbow again, watching her carefully as his hand slid between them. The first touch of his fingers to her clit had her relaxing into the pillows.