She pulled him in by his chain necklace for a kiss, tasting herself and whimpering. Her hands began to slowly unbutton his shirt, moving down to his pants and unzipping them at an unhurried pace. Draco’s hands betrayed his desperation. They were everywhere, pushing her dress down past her breasts so it was bunched up at her stomach, running down her back to grope her arse, then slowly moving back up to cup her breasts, kneading, squeezing and seemingly enjoying just holding them. 