Harry twists his neck, and looks up to find that Draco has him firmly pinned to the floor with her boot. The view is astounding. Draco is towering over him, backlit by the fluorescent bathroom light, luminous and grandiose and perfect beyond imagination. He can follow the line of her legs all the way up under her skirt, where he can now see the straps of her garters, the delicate black lace of the thong she's wearing, and the shape of her arse from an absolutely sinful angle. 