They were all sitting at Theo's, watching as Pansy tried to convince Camilla that tummy time was a good thing, when he looked up, and felt it. A punch of lust so strong, so foreign, that it had nearly sent him careening backwards. It was the most innocuous thing that brought it on, a move he'd seen her make dozens of times over the last few months. She was there with them, sitting on the floor, grinning down at Camilla as Pansy coaxed the tiny thing onto her tummy again, and she brushed her hair back. She'd tied it back into a long tail and pieces would fall over her shoulder, causing her to toss it back with one hand or, like now, when she would grip the top of the tail and run her hand down the long length of it, from root to tip, before settling it against her back. Draco had no idea what it was about the move, no idea about why now and not the times he'd seen her do it before, that caused him to become semi-erect, right there. In the middle of their friends and a baby, for the love of Merlin.