Chapter 29
Astoria Greengrass lay in the dim Slytherin dorm room, Hermione sanwiched between her and Draco. Draco's grip on Hermione was unyielding even in sleep. He had stopped using Astoria's body, allowing her to focus entirely on Hermione. For many things, she was oddly grateful to him.
Astoria brushed a strand of hair from Hermione’s face, her touch tender. Pleasing Hermione had become a way to please herself. She used her mouth to bring Hermione to heights of pleasure that Draco could barley match.
Draco watched with half-lidded eyes most times, his expression one of dark satisfaction. After Astoria crawled from the home she made between Hermione’s legs, Draco would pull her close, pressing his mouth to her lips to steal all the precious nectar from her lips.