The tip of her tongue darted out to wet her bottom lip as she pulled her curls loose from the bun that sat haphazardly there, barely hanging on after the events of the day. She tossed the elastic aside and pulled the sweater over her head and threw it down as well. Her hands moved to the clasp of her bra when Draco held up a hand to stop her. He moved close, slowly like a prowling tiger. His steely silver eyes traveled all over her body, drinking in the sight of her flushed, aroused complexion. His palm slid behind her, removing her bra and tossed it to the ground with a flourish.