When she woke up the windows were open and it was clearly morning, and Draco was there again, his hand repeating the same actions he'd done the previous night, and she was wet again and moaning while she'd been asleep, her body itching to tug at her restraints to get closer to him but she forced herself to stop, to keep still. She was barely able to wonder how he hadn't woken her up earlier—had he charmed her to remain asleep? He didn't seem to mind, but this time his fingers pushed inside her and stroked her there too, the rough pad of his thumb carefully administering attention to her clit, rubbing little circles, and behind the methodical look in his eyes was a burning fire, and she turned her head away and pretended her jaw was glued shut so she couldn't make a sound.