Draco smiled. "Good girl," he cooed affectionately. "Such a good girl." Draco rewarded her with a soft lingering kiss. He loved the way her lips were parted and Pansy's breath tickled his lips.
Stroking her harder at her urging, Draco loved the sounds she made and how she shuddered against him as she came. He kept his hand moving, slowing the movements gradually, until he stopped and withdrew his hand a few moments later.
Sliding his hand over, Draco released her wrists so both hands could slide her knickers down. Getting down on his knees, he grinned up at her. "No moving," he warned her.
He also gave her a meaningful look that gave her another warning; don't tell anyone about this. It was seen as weak and submissive for men to do this for women. Pureblood wizards who did, which were few, never admitted it.