She feels Theo’s movements grow choppy as he comes, and Blaise follows, both of them pressing even deeper to chase it, and the pleasure ebbs as she comes down. She sucks on Draco—he’s twitching at the back of her throat—and she watches in fascination as his face twists, his mouth pops open, and he comes. She tries to hold it, keep in as much as she can, but it dribbles down her chin, and he smiles. If she looks hard enough, she can see the softness in it.