Draco moaned and his head fell back. The sight of her was too much on its own. Her hand stroking and teasing his cock just made him nearly lose it. He swallowed hard and composed himself. He was rock hard again in Hermione's hand and the head of his cock was starting to throb. Instinctively, he pushed his hips forward for a moment of more intense pressure.
"So, I only need to make you come once more?" Draco teased. He was a rotten bastard sometimes. He was dying to make fun of Weasley and spit out every nasty thought that came to mind. What was stopping him? Draco didn't like the answer and quickly pushed the thought away.
"Is there anything you don't like? Should I limit my experiment in any way?" he asked, the evil grin still firmly in place.