"Tell me. What else?" he whispered, his breath hot on her cunt.

"Oh god."

"Do you add the Moonstone before or after the Porcupine—"

"Before!" She yelped as his tongue flattened against her sex, moving towards her entrance. "Before, before, before."

He moaned as he dipped inside, and she whimpered when he did it again, and again. Her hips began rocking against his mouth, and her fingers raked down her face, reaching down to cup her breasts.

"Just like that, Granger." He licked up to her clit. "Just like that."

Her lips parted at the thick grey stone ceiling as he kissed and sucked at her. She was bare on a potions table with two cauldrons simmering next to her, and she was mewling and begging him—

And then his finger pressed against her entrance, and her toes curled as he slid inside. His lips never left her clit, sending her scrabbling at her chest until he pulled away to ask, "How many stirs, Granger? Once you've added the Moonstone?"

"Seventeen," she panted.

"Clockwise or—"

"Counterclockwise!"

His tongue found her core again, and she jerked up on her elbows when he circled her clit, counterclockwise. His finger began pumping into her, slow and steady. Her eyes rolled back, and when he reached the eighth circle, she strained upright to bury her fingers in his hair. He groaned into her cunt before she collapsed.

When he reached twelve, her stomach tightened. At fifteen, her back arched off the table, and she started to ramble nonsense. She was so close to the edge when he hit seventeen, and then his lips locked around her clit and sucked as he added a second finger inside of her.

She shattered with a scream, clamping down around his fingers and holding his face to her core as her hips rutted against his mouth. She felt like she'd never stop coming, her orgasm tearing its way out of her as Draco refused to relent on her clit. His fingers curled inside of her, and she jerked up, holding on for dear life as he rubbed at her.

It was too much. Everything was too much. She couldn't think or breathe or move.

Her mind saw white and her voice strangled out a cry. She felt like she'd been flung off a high building, falling and falling with no ground in sight.

She breathed deep lungfuls of air, sucking in oxygen and letting her eyes adjust to the world again. Her fingers were still gripping Draco's hair, and she tugged until his lips released her.

His eyes were dark and on fire, and she whined as he slowly withdrew his fingers.

"I think you just killed me," she croaked.

He laughed and kissed her thigh.

She shifted once her heart stopped hammering, and he helped her off the table. Her loose limbs stumbled until he pulled her flush against him, wrapping his hands around her waist. Her nipples tightened against his shirt, and her belly swooped at the feel of him through his trousers, stiff and warm on her stomach.