Draco let out a small groan despite himself at the woman on his lap, realizing she was teasing at his zipper. He willed himself to  think, in quite desperate need of a cool glass of water and a breath of fresh air. He lifted his head to look at her face, the pointed, pale features coming into focus. It was the woman with the curly hair, like Hermione’s. She was pretty, sure, with straight white teeth and curves in all of the right places. She smelled nice too, like jasmine, mixed with clean linen. She was saying something, but the words seemed to dissipate before they made it to his ears. 