"So fucking sexy," Draco murmured and the mattress shifted as he moved between her legs. She could feel but not see him – keeping her arm draped over her tight-shut eyes. The hem of her thin top moved upwards. His hand, sliding up over the skin of her stomach, gentle and light and pushing her top up with it. Hermione throbbed and ached and bit her lip. Waiting. There was something extremely arousing about not being able to see what he was going to do. Where he was going to touch her. How. And it meant...it meant she couldn’t see the scars Bellatrix had left on her.