"Yes, I want you inside me so bad," she flatly admitted. The time for pretense was gone. She wasnt playing games anymore.
Adjusting her knees slightly she raised herself up painfully slowly, his length nearly sliding out of her tight pussy before sinking back down. Wrapping one arm around his neck she kept her chocolate eyes locked on his grey ones, not wanting to admit to herself that this was possibly the most intimate moment of her life, as she began riding him up and and down.
"Oh Draco," she purred, feeling his hand on her hips, guiding her up and down, "you feel so good." She whispered the last part on his lips before kissing him deeply again. She could have cared less they were shagging in public. Hermione felt like she was possessed and would've have fucked him on the bar in the leaky cauldron if it meant they would have to stop other wise. She had never let herself get carried away like this.
Panting and riding him up and down he tugged on her bra, freeing one of her breasts, his mouth sucking and teasing her nipple, Hermione ran her hand in his hair and pressed his mouth firmly there, her hips rocking around on his cock, meaning in pleasure.