Thick, dark eyelashes draped over the emerald eyes, and Potter turned around, he was even more self-conscious than the day in the Great Hall, as the only two audience of this strip show were the girl he liked the most and the boy he hated the most. Draco hated that thought. But the moment his pants slowly slipped down and revealed a stripe of skin, Draco’s heart was in his throat, and all scattered thoughts were gone.