But now, as Scorpius sucked the skin on her neck harder, Mr.Malfoy's mysterious grey eyes would lurk into the depths of her brain, taking over her mind and sending her over the moon with euphoria. She pictured the way his soft rosy lips would feel against her skin. She would have been able to feel his lips on hers if it hadn't been for Scorpius's arrival. She imagined his warm breath, fanning across the side of her neck, his peppermint breath consuming her scenes as if it was the only smell she could obtain. She tried to feel the coldness of his fingers rubbing against her cheek but snapped her eyes open as Scorpius's rough ones were harshly handling her skin. She took a step in bed, pushing him away.