When she returned to the library, Malfoy was nowhere to be seen as promised. The space still felt warm though, as if he had only just left, the alcove seeming to hold his body heat. She settled in and got to work. But she could smell him and it was distracting. He’d been sitting in her normal chair and the scent was almost overpowering. Her mind drifted to the morning in the prefect’s bath, how she’d thought she smelled him as she came. Her core started to tingle and throb, letting her mind wander she danced the tip of her quill across her lips and neck. Goosebumps ran across her flesh as her arousal spiked and she decided it was time to try for round two. Quickly looking around the space and checking to make sure no one was around, she noticed that the chairs in her little alcove were not arranged as normal. In fact, she was sure that they had been set up differently earlier when Malfoy was sitting here. Why would he have moved them before he left? How strange. She was staring at a spot between two chairs when suddenly the smell she associated as being Draco became even stronger, her eyes quickly shot up and looked around to see if he had returned. There was no one there. 