Draco helped her sit down after cleaning her off wandlessly. The blood vanished from her thighs but his semen remained. It began to trickle out of her vagina and her stomach turned. He had her on his lap, made her rest against his chest, her head cradled into his neck and shoulder. He stroked her hair slowly. He sat arrogantly, like a spoilt prince, slung back against the seat with his unoccupied arm thrown over its back, his legs spread, his softened cock nestled in the gap between her thighs and his. It was obscene. It made her seethe.