Tonight, though, she’d woken from a very different dream of Malfoy. One unlike any she’d ever had before. He’d been taking her from behind. No potion or contraception charm had been drunk or cast. He was fucking her with his bare cock and he was getting closer and closer to a release. And just as Malfoy the toy vibrated against her clit, she hoarsely whispered to the Malfoy of her imagination to "Fill me up, Malfoy, fuck your baby into me." She lost herself in pleasure when Imaginary Malfoy did. 