She turned fully in her seat to face him, and he took the opportunity to fold himself to her, reaching his hands down around her waist. He pulled her to standing, turning them so she was backed against the table in front of them as he pressed into her. She could feel his erection through his pants pressing between her thighs and felt a swooping sensation in her lower stomach. Logically, she knew she was about to fuck Draco Malfoy, but it felt so different than it had with Viktor or Ron. With Viktor it had been her first time, and she had been more concerned with whether she was doing everything right than how it felt. With Ron it had been fumbling and awkward, full of long limbs and knocking teeth and more than one odd sound coming from somewhere it shouldn’t. But with Draco, she was completely overwhelmed by the feeling of his arms on either side of her. The way she simultaneously felt protected from the world and as though she was a queen atop it. His hand reached out to grab her knee, slowly caressing higher and pressing it up and outward, as she sat back on the table for support. She complied and opened for him, wrapping her legs around his waist, snapping her fingers behind his neck to disappear both her jeans and his trousers.