Hermione felt heady and she leaned back against him slightly, feeling the rise and fall of his chest. She whimpered when he pulled out of her, she felt so empty all of the sudden and didn't like it.
She turned around and looked at him, her face was slightly sweaty, she had felt sloppy but satisfied. She smiled at him, it bothered her she wanted to kiss him, but she kept herself reigned in. Hermione opened her mouth to say something but her eyes grew wide, footsteps.
Whispering "accio" and "apparalate" her clothing were back on her in an instant, minus her tie which she frantically threw around her neck. A muttered "scurgify" and the come was gone from her shirt as well as her face and hair.
The door banged opened and she still jumped a little, she was terrified McGonnagall would know what had just happened. Hermione frowned when McGonagall chastised her but not Draco.
"Yes, Professor," she agreed, turning to leave. She realized she had never managed to find her knickers and she could feel Draco's come leaking down her thighs.
She turned to look at him before she went her seperate way at the grand staircase. A little smile playing at her lips at the promise of the following week. Hermione wasn't sure she could wait that long...