See?
[Image: Two people facing each other. One hand on another's covered groin.]
“Granger—“
His hands gripped her wrists, slowing down her movements.
“What, Malfoy?! You don’t want to?” Her ruddy face was streaked with her tears. “Am I still just a Mudblood to you? Someone you don’t deign to touch?”
Draco shook his head.
She roughly fumbled with his belt. Fingers tore at the top button and belt loops, pushing down his trousers. His hand covered hers, lacing his fingers through her fingers and raising them to his lips. He dropped a quiet kiss to her wrist.
Her eyes flickered with hurt. “You don’t want me? Fine. I'll find someone who w—", she huffed. And she meant it. She wanted to burn. She wanted it to hurt.
Hermione turned to leave when his grip tightened, pushing her against a counter, the corner digging into her centre, making her lewdly squirm against it.
He led her hand to the front of his briefs, guiding her to the hard length of him.
Draco let out a low hum from the back of his throat. His voice was husky. “Fucking listen to me. See what you do?”
Her hand tried to slip away, but he pressed her harder onto his cock. Teaching her how to stroke him.
“See how fucking hard you make me? Do you feel how much I want to fuck you? Have. You. Take. Every. Inch. Of. Me? Fucking watch you ride me? Feel your lips grip me? Have you clench and squeeze and come around my cock? Would you just take it? Take all of my cum and milk me? I want to know what it's like to come inside you," he gritted out, eyes squeezing shut as he kept moving her hand over his clothed cock. It twitched and she gasped.
“J-just not here. Not now. Not like this.”
She whimpered.