Draco wanted her on his bed. He wanted to drag her damned shirt off and bury his mouth against the swell of her breasts over her bra, soft and warm. To pull her bra off and fasten his lips around her nipples, teasing each one with his tongue and teeth until she arched and writhed under him and begged for him. Draco wanted to hear Hermione beg. Yes, the image of her begging held definite appeal. He was so fucking hard he was aching, and he wanted to yank her jeans down and drive inside her, wet and hot and so damned good. Wanted to make her moan and scream...