Draco's leg moved to the middle of her closed thighs, she squeezed them together, but he pried open her tight hold as he pushed his knee between her legs. She jolted as he stared down on her, his head tilting down- their foreheads almost touching. He was so tall that his knee could lift, and it would press against her core. And that's exactly what he did. His knee lifted gently, pushing into the middle, her body tightened- eyes shutting as pleasure arose over her. His hands trailed up the side of her robe, humming quietly. His expert fingers slipped inside the small opening of the side, beginning to caress the soft skin on her hip. His knee gently rubbed against her core again, and she gasped, mouth slightly falling open. She never thought such a simple action could bring so much pleasure. He was gradually taking bits of her innocence, piece by piece, and making it his own by working his way with her. She felt her insides clench.