“Yeah,” Draco breathed as he felt Hermione rub his cock. Sadly, it was over almost immediately. His pants were gone a moment later and his cock swayed before him. Reaching for her pants, they were gone even faster.
Pushing their clothes off the bed, Draco moved to rest his naked body atop her. Draco rolled his hips and the head of his cock brushed her folds. Even though they hadn’t done much yet, he could feel a hint of wetness there without even pushing against her firmly.
He wondered what they should do first. There was no reason to rush, unless he decided to escape. Which was something that he still considered. Could he really spend the night with a Mudblood?