A swish of his wand and a pair of ropes wrapped themselves snuggly around her perfect body. At least, perfect to him. And probably to Weasley as well. A quickening of his pulse, a surge of anger. Jealousy. Jealousy. Jealousy. A second swish and the handle of a short, light whip pressing against his palm. In the whirlwind of the past few hours, they had skipped their morning routine. But Draco had a special kind of torture in mind this time. 