Hermione's fingers finally got around to gently working the zipper down on Draco's slacks. She kept herself balanced up while he probed inside her, crying out into the kiss at the sensation of him stroking the nerve ending inside of her. Her small hand found the opening to his underwear, and a moment later she was stroking the length of his cock. Thick and long she could barely get her hand around it but she pumped the base slowly a few times. She never stopped kissing him but opened her eyes to watch his facial expressions as she jacked his dick slowly in her hand. Her other hand possessively wound into his hair.
Her back was shielding on lookers to a degree but it was painfully obvious what the two of them were doing if anyone had walked in. Luckily the room was abandon at this point still. Hermione was mostly too drunk to care though. Sliding her hand out of his hair she reached for the zipper on the front of her dress and tugged it down to between her navel and chest to reveal a very sexy black lace bra that her c cup breasts nearly spilled out of.
She broke the kiss and looked surprised at her own boldness. Draco sure didn't seem to mind. She had a pressing urge to feel him inside of her, she shifted slightly so the head of his cock rubbed against her clit as his finger rubbed inside of her. Hermione leaned in and kissed him again, sweeter this time, Her mouth hungry to taste him again. She felt like she was being consumed and that was just fine to her.