Draco gets off him to let Harry get up from the bed to strip down. She watches from the edge of the bed, eyeing him appreciatively when he kneels down on the floor in front of her, between her legs. Harry feels a sense of deja-vu, looking up at her like this. She runs a hand through his hair, raking her nails across his scalp, and there’s something about it that sends the sensation straight to Harry’s dick. No one has ever touched him like this before, with this palpable intention to  make him. It's addicting, and Harry is already feeling the effects; intoxicating and inescapable. 