Draco let out a quick sigh. Then he carefully used a slicing charm to cut up her dress and free her exhausted body from the tight fastenings. He rolled her body gently on her side for him to remove the remains of her gown from under her, and then she lay there in nothing but her tiny silken white slip, that barely went below her hips. He could see the edge of something lacy underneath the slip, but his brain was too addled and torn apart to even be slightly aroused in any way. But the lace was a brutal reminder of how they had both planned for the night to end very differently.