"Shhh. Just feel me, Drake. Touch me." She started to knead herself, his hand used as a conduit, and let her head fall back with a moan. The sound should have gone straight to his cock. He should feel something more than annoyance at the beautiful woman currently throwing herself at him (damn near literally). But he didn't. All he felt, all he ever fucking felt, was nothing. With growing anger, Draco opened his mouth to spew something particularly vile when Holly, the youngest of the group of elves that oversaw the Manor, chose that exact moment to pop into existence at their feet. With a small shriek, Astoria stumbled backwards, dropping Draco's hand and clutching her dressing robe closed. "You filthy little thing! You know not to disturb your masters -"