It felt like all the oxygen in the room had evaporated as Draco’s gaze shifted back and forth between Hermione and Remus and down to where their lower halves connected. Remus’ first instinct should have been to shield Hermione’s body from the view of another man, but instead his fingertips pushed into the flesh of her thighs holding her in place. Remus had never considered himself an exhibitionist, but at that moment, he wanted Draco to watch what he could do to his witch, and it seemed like Hermione’s first instinct wasn’t to pull away either. He made eye contact with Draco and drug Hermione in for another scorching kiss before she seemingly came to her senses, pulling herself off his lap and leaving the room, not bothering to acknowledge Draco’s presence.