"Granger, this is hardly helping!" Draco snarled, his hand clawing uselessly into the stone wall before covering his face. He had no doubt of his control, but every passing second made it harder to resist the voice in his head telling him to give in, to claim her, how good it would feel to be buried inside of her. It wasn’t as if he couldn’t say no, but he wanted to say no less and less. 