Ginny rested her cheek against Harry's thigh, looking back at Draco. "This isn't a spectator sport." There was an electric, nervous air about them. Harry's legs tensed as her fingers played up and down them, her delicate fingertips trailing over the soft curls of hair as her eyes beckoned him to come join them. "I want to do this to you as well." She turned away from Draco, exposing her wet quim to him as her fingers gently wrapped around the base of Harry and she drew him into her mouth. She moaned as her tongue slid against that velvety-silky skin. Judging from Harry's moaning, she knew his eyes and head were rolled back as he savored the sensations.