Draco should have spun the Time Turner, returned to the laboratory, and reported to Granger that unfortunately, no, even without her, he’d still been transported to a moment in which she and Draco were very much together, but he found himself mesmerized by the sight before him. This Other Granger was letting out moans and whimpers, her breasts heaving, her back arched off the bed, her hand fisted in his hair. She was writhing, and Draco’s gaze was fixed on her face, enraptured, coming apart, as she orgasmed.