She’d called in to the Ministry to have lunch with Harry and on her way out she’d stopped by Draco’s office. Their recent plot to get their friends together, giving her the perfect excuse, should anyone ask. She’d soon found herself on the floor in front of his chair, undoing his fly. That was 45 minutes ago now, she’d decided to return the delicious torture from their very first night together. She’d brought him to the edge over and over. She was close herself now, wickedly she was going to make him watch her come first, before finally letting him get his. 