"Never." Draco tugs at the elastic waistband, and said stockings inch down her thighs along with her knickers. "Not when I love you in stockings. I’ll get you more, all tailor-made for your perfect, perfect legs, just so I can tear them." He pushes at the stockings more until he can get his large hand between her thighs, and he runs his fingers through her folds. Wet, so perfectly wet and warm, and he strains painfully against his trousers where he ruts against her backside. Her breath escapes in a sharp hiss as he dips his fingers into her tight passage, working in one finger and then two.