Draco was just a little surprised that Hermione spoke so frankly and freely. Though just a little. "Now, now, Granger," he teased. "I don't think even a former Head Girl should speak so crassly, do you?"
His head fell back as Hermione set about to torturing him and his throbbing cock. He held his breath then gasped it out. "Yes," he hissed. "Yes. Just like that." He grabbed her hips and held on tightly. He let her set the pace but it took all of his willpower to not urge her to ride him hard.
Draco's mind wandered for a moment. As the hem of her skirt brushed his thighs, he thought of his many fantasies of Hermione's Gryffindor skirt doing that very thing.
Did she still have it?
Draco didn't care anymore about who was around and who saw. There was always magic to take care of that if need be. He sucked at her nipples and rocked his hips as she rode him.
"Are you trying to make me come already?" he moaned against her chest.