Draco shut a book, and placed it on his desk, long fingers steepling onto it. She stared at him, but the logic of the dream thoroughly enjoyed this. Malfoy was unknown and it wasn’t really wrong to desire him. With Snape it was horrible as he was an adult and she the child, here, Malfoy and her were nearly the same age. "Looks like you are missing stockings." he told her looking her over, the gray eyes raking over her legs. He stepped away from the desk and a single finger slid up from her ankle, to her knee then began a torturously slow way down her thigh. Stalling just on the edge of her school skirt. 