Draco collapsed against her and tried to get enough air, however no matter how much he gasped it didn’t seem like he oculd get enough. It took him a long time to recover to the point of even being able to pull away from her.
Once he had, he groaned as his soft cock slid out of her with a lewdly wet sound and he saw his come running out from between her puffy pussy lips. Draco pulled his eyes away from the intoxicating site to her lips.
What was he supposed to say? Draco knew he “should” say something mean, biting and degrading. Part of him wanted to. Unexpectedly, part of him wanting to say something nice or even sweet. What the bloody hell was wrong with him?
Suddenly, Draco heard footsteps. Frantically, he began to adjust his clothes and get into a presentable manner. Luckily, he didn’t have as far to go as Hermione. Whipping out his wand, he used a charm that pulled the smell of sex from the air.
“Miss Granger? Mister Malfoy?” came a cronely voice from the other room.
McGonagall appeared a few moments. “What…you haven’t done anything in here! What have you been doing? I expected this of you Mister Malfoy. But…Miss Granger…” She sighed. “I am very disappointed in you.”
“You will both return next Friday to finish this. If you don’t that time, you will not like the consequence…”