Draco was the first and only man she had had sex with and after that first time she hadn’t been able to imagine what it would be like with anyone else. She only knew his touch to be the one she felt when she dreamed, when wanted to remember, when she needed to get off it was his hands touching her. She explored his mouth with her tongue, her fingers combed through his wet silver hair, she mapped everything she could, everything that she hadn’t already committed to memory was being carefully stored. 