Hermione inhaled sharply as her pointed nipples came into contact with the cool glass of Draco's floor-to-ceiling office windows. She could see all of London from where her nakedness was pressed against the glass, a smirk decorating her swollen lips at the possibility of being seen.
She felt his hand disappear between her thighs and she shuddered, her hot breaths obscuring the city's many twinkling lights. She came in minutes, him following closely behind, burying his moans into the wild tresses of her curls.
How had they never thought of this before? She would be making another appointment for tomorrow.