Oh, those silky, warm breasts, and those dusky pink nipples that hardened under the ministrations of Draco’s tongue. Fuck...delicious fucking breasts that Draco could worship with his mouth and fingers; could tease and torment, eliciting shivers and whimpers and desperate lust from her. Merlin. Draco’s softening cock twitched at the tantalising memory. They had certainly given Potter a bloody good eyeful; no, Potter would never listen to Hermione’s reasoning with that image in his head.