Deep into that night, in Scorpius's four-poster with the curtains drawn, Rose and the Malfoy heir undulated against each other in naked heat. Squirming beneath him, Rose put Scorpius at ease, guiding him, showing him what she liked. Arching her back into him, Rose moaned loudly with every erratic thrust Scorpius gave her. He really was excited, and a virgin, his ministrations careening wildly between rough and gentle, as if he was afraid to hurt her.