Draco loved Hermione's little grunt. It was amazing how she could get under his skin. She was such a…he couldn't even pick a word. Hermione surely knew how to get him going though.
"Is it? You get all wet when you deal with Slytherins you espouse to hate?" Draco asked in a silky tone.
He saw her flinch slightly as he spoke. He felt a thrill but a pang of guilt too. Like all good lies, jokes and many other things, they were much better with a hint of truth…
With his free hand, he very gently slapped Hermione's cheek and pulled her hair as her tongue moved out to flick his cock. "I told you not to move," he growled.
He stared down at her as he kept stroking his cock. The head twitched and his eyes flutter shut for a moment as his climax threatened to crest…