

“Quit that! Why is it all I seem to do is slap your hand away from groping me?!” She crossed her arms over her chest. “And besides, Ginny made me try it on.”
He motions toward her chest.
“They beckon, as if in invitation,” he replies smoothly. “Is this another one of your sordid dream’s Granger?” he asks with a suspicious narrowing of gaze.
She tilted her head and blinked.
“Draco, I think this might actually be your sordid dream otherwise how do you explain my attire? Even a thousand trolls couldn’t have forced me into this let alone Ginny Weasley.” She took a step closer.
“Speaking of…do you like it?”

moan was low and sultry. “Draco,”...name was uttered upon an exhale. Her chest heaved...
His hips bucked involuntarily against her in response to the playful squeeze. “Seems you’ve a good handle on it,...
I’m gonna burn in hell o.o