When Hermione finally came, Draco couldn't hold himself up at all anymore. Slumping down, her buried his face in the crook of her arm as she gasped for breath. "Wow…that was…" Hot? Great? Dirty? He couldn't decide on any words that adequately described the experience.
Draco didn't move for a long time. Was it over? Should he put his clothes on and leave? He found he wasn't really in any hurry. Oddly, it seemed like something was over. He couldn't quite put his finger on it though…