After he’s seen Neville out, Draco comes back to his chair and paper. He snaps without looking her way and she crawls back over to settle between his legs, kneeling upright instead of on her heels. He flicks open his fly, pulls trousers and pants below his bollocks, and finally glances down at her. His hand is large as he slides it into her hair to grasp her head and bring it to his half-hard cock.