Hermione had no interest in rehashing her snogging sessions with Ron in present company. She imagined Ron seeing her now. He would kill Malfoy on the spot.
Hermione felt like she was melting against his mouth. His long finger pressed into her tight entrance,sliding inside. She shuddered as his finger curled and stroked her gspot.
She was straddling him now as they kissed. When they stopped so she could moan his name. He whispered into her ear, asking questions that all had the same answer, yes! She nodded her head drunkenly and rested her forehead on his chest. His finger working inside her, she reached down between their bodies and ran her hand along his ridged cock to punctuate her answer.
Fingers fumbling for the zipper for his trousers, she turned her face back and kissed him deeply again.