Draco was too overwhelmed in his own post orgasmic bliss to really notice what Hermione was doing or how she was reacting. He noticed that he was still half hard as he dangled near Hermione's lips. It seemed his cock, at least, wasn't ready to be done with her.
However, he was beginning to gather his wits and began to worry about what was next. Slowly, he climbed off of her and began to gather his discarded clothes. He knew he should be worried but…he really wasn't that worried. Draco couldn't put his finger on why.
"I see why Potter is so taken with you, Granger," Draco mused airily. "You really have a talent for that…"