His thoughts were momentarily paused when he sees Kitten, the darling auburn-haired girl who would have been fated to be the bride to Bartimus Crouch Senior if it hadn’t been for Hermione’s intuition to have her board that train, approaching on her hands and knees, stark naked and without needing to say a thing, Dracnar found his hand moving away from his hardened member, and gently guiding her to begin lapping at the very, very slowly eruption of semen that had been spurting from the slit with the tip of her tongue.