"Better," says Draco, and runs his fingers down her stomach, scratching through the trim patch of curls above her clit before tugging on it deliciously. She sways slightly and he uses the back of a finger to brush between her legs, ever so lightly. Pleasure jolts through her, somehow so much stronger than if he’d just touched her firmly. He knows just how to tease her. He does it again and she whimpers, then again, before pressing gently with his knuckle against the hood of her clit. She whimpers again, louder, and hears an exhale and rustle of fabric as Neville shifts in his seat.