Draco spied the puncture marks of his wife's teeth in Nott's throat. A heady spike of jealousy gripped him. Before he could stop himself, he found himself slipping into Nott's mind, saw the glorious view the unworthy man had been blessed with earlier, of these alien hands on her body, her tits in his mouth. He could feel by proxy through the memory, Nott's ecstasy as she'd used him for her own pleasure earlier that day.