She crawls to him on the bed, watching his reactions, observing how his features change with each second. "The Malfoy I knew would never fuck me," she says in a low voice, staring at him from beneath her lashes and smiling coyly. His fingers are itching to touch her, she  feels  that; his body tense with restraint as he regards her on all-fours for him. "And he would certainly  never look at me like that."