"We’ll see." Draco lifts his hand, and the loss of contact makes her feel hollow. But then there’s hands on her hips, adjusting her angle, arching her back. She knows they’re Blaise’s, so big they’re able to shift her with ease, and she squeezes her eyes shut. She’s nervous—knowing that they’ve gone easy on her before, remembering the accompanying stretch that comes with sex with them. Almost painful, but just as pleasurable.