She knows she looks wanton right now, almost naked and bound, arms tied together above her head. But she doesn’t care anymore, her head is swimming with all the attention she’s being lavished with. She meets the eyes of Malfoy, still leaning back on the desk before her. He hasn’t touched her since he caught her, but he seems content to watch. His eyes trail over hers, following his friends as Zabini sucks her nipple into his mouth with a wet pop. She has to bite her lip to fight off another moan, but she stares back. She may be vulnerable, and she can only imagine how desperate she looks. But she’s never backed down from Malfoy before, and she won’t start now.