I stood there in the hallway that went down to the Potions class and to the Slytherin Dungeons, trying to ignore Narcissa's eyes on me. This was the hallway we threw the garroting gas in to protect ourselves from the post-battle looting. She seemed to recall it as well, and both of our minds flashed back us having sex on the potions table. My body betrayed me as heat pooled in my quim, my insides tightening in needy desire. I distracted my building libido with the rage that seemed ever-ready and wanting to be released out into the world.