She didn’t know how she had ended up on her knees, choking on Malfoy’s cock.  Well, she did. She just opted not to think too deeply on it. Doing so was a guaranteed way to end up drowning in an endless well of angst and anxiety. She focused instead on his stuttered panting above her—on what she could control. She focused on his desperate pleas, each a short, gasped prayer to her well studied ministrations. She had been doing plenty of reading on the subject of swallowing cock lately.