Hermione didn’t say anything at first; she just gave him a scathing look. Hermione hated he used the word love; she knew he felt anything but towards her. “Well let’s see how you would feel at the idea of having something as big as your cock shoved up your bum,” she growled at him.
She buried her face in the crook of his neck as she stroked him, a mix of emotions running through her. She was about to give him something like her virginity. She wondered what would have happened if she had never had sex before she and Draco had detention together. Probably nothing.
Her hand stroked him without looking, leaving her face buried in his neck but feeling him growing in her hand. As his second finger slid inside of her, she took in a sharp intake of breath where her mouth was against his sink, it didn’t hurt but it was stretching her.