Inch by inch, the skirt moves, and a flush spreads over her face and down her neck. Each of her small movements is torture to watch. He holds his breath in case the slightest interruption changes her mind, and she finally pauses when the skirt rests bunched at the top of her thighs. She looks at him with a question in her eye, but Draco can't help but steal a glance at the dark shadow where her thighs meet underneath her skirt.