He pressed his lips to her neck, drawing her more fully into his arms.
"Oh, Draco." She whispered. His gaze met hers, burning with intense, smoldering desire.
"Yes, love?"
"Do stop teasing." With that, any pretense of holding back was gone. In its place was a hunger, a need to feel her, taste her, dominate her. His hands raked over her body, destroying any clothing found. Her hands disrobed him with an equal fervor, stopping only to pull him into a deep, passionate kiss. He positioned himself at her entrance, waiting for consent.
"Fuck me. Now." She demanded. He plunged into her with all of his might, slamming into her over and over again, making her scream with ecstasy.
"You're so tight." He growled in between thrusts. She could feel it building up, threatening to overwhelm her. Growing closer and closer, breathing harder and harder.
Hermione sat up, panting. "Damn it." She then turned over and promptly returned to sleep.