They’d been at it for about twenty minutes and every time she moved Draco tensed. His body reacted to every shift in hers; he could hear the scuff of her shoes as she crossed her feet under the table or the rustle of her sleeve as her hand flew across the parchment. It felt warm up here. Draco was about to take him jumper off when Granger moved again. He snuck a glance at her and looked up just as she crossed her arms, reaching down to the hem of her jumper and pulled, stretching up her arms so he could see the white lace of her bra up against her shirt as she peeled the jumper up and over her head.