Stepping into the living room, Draco’s eyes leave the Tele for a second glancing at me before he sucks a sharp intake of breath. His eyes shine silver, as he does a double take. Merlin knows I’m aware exactly of what he’s seeing. Especially when I swish my hips and bend over to grab the remote in front of him on the coffee table. See this wrap dress hugs my body like a glove, so I know without a doubt my generous hips and arse are driving him bloody mad.