Draco was feeling the same. He didn’t know how it would happen again or what he would need to do to assure it, but he was going to. It seemed that Granger was equally affected by it, perhaps he should just push her into a broom closet and shag her into the ground between classes some day?
“Not every time,” he answered with a hint of snark. It would surely be in his mind a lot when he touched himself. It would likely even be years and would come to mind from time to time when they were long gone from Hogwarts and Draco had a proper, Pureblood bride.
Hearing that she was close, Draco began to pound into her quickly in an attempt to cause his own orgasm to rise up inside him and surge out. His hands moved to her and held Hermione in place. The slap of their bodies was downright lewd and Draco loved it.
Crying out loudly, Draco felt his orgasm rush out of him and into Hermione’s drenched pussy. Holding her hips tightly, he pulled and pushed her along the length of his cock as he came.
Coming this time was both pain and pleasure. The sharp feeling that accompanied the first surge of seaman actually hurt because he’d had so many orgasm already. But the rest was pure bliss…