Draco stood perfectly still as Hermione began to disrobe him. "Good things are worth working for," he mused in an egotistical tone only a Malfoy could truly pull off. He had to try hard not to shift and move.
Once he was in just his silk boxers, in Slytherin green with a silver sheen, his cock tented them and betrayed how badly he wanted Hermione and how she was having an effect on him.
"Less clothes," he announced. "Have you formulated your plans yet?" he challenged in a mildly condescending tone as he looked down at her.