She grabbed at Draco’s exposed forearms greedily, the skin beneath her fingers momentarily calming her demanding bond. They had spent hours in the dungeon that first weekend cuddled up together on the couch, talking and kissing the weekend away. The invisible string had been well and truly satiated by it, loosening itself inside her. It had been a few weeks though and she was starting to feel a deeper tug now, one that originated in her core. Whether it was her soul trying to reunite with its other half or just her teenage hormones running ramped she didn't know. The buttons of his shirt were cold against her shaking fingers, coming apart one by one as she dragged her hands down his shirt. She got the impression he had been holding back for her sake, only moving forward when she instigated it and asking for permission before touching any new part of her. 