"Maybe." Draco rumbles a growl deep in his chest. The trickle of her wetness coats his fingers as he teases, feeling the ripple of her body readying itself for him again. He slams two fingers in without preamble, scissoring them to fully experience the tight stretch of her skin around his fingers. "Maybe she likes it  rougher  than you. Maybe I like it  harder  and  dirtier  with her."