Hermione wasn't going to give in, "I never kiss and tell Malfoy," she said with a pointed look. Somewhere in the back of her mind she knew that she didn't like talking about think she saw in the common room because of all the time she had to watch Ron wrapped around lavender brown. She rolled her eyes but giggled at his cheesy innuendo.
He was touching her and it felt glorious, probably because it was so wrong but Hermione did not presently care. She was very aroused, there was no hiding that now that his fingers were brushing inside of her knickers, parting he folds, rubbing her clit, and they were kissing, his tongue delved into her mouth and she groaned into the kiss.
Before she knew it she had crawled on top of him straddling his without letting his handle leave her knickers. Her arms went around his neck her hands running through his hair and she kissed him deeply and ground down onto his hand. Breaking the kiss she nearly collapsed into him as his fingers began probing her tight entry. "Oh Draco," she moaned nto his ear.