They hadn’t gone the whole way, but it was getting harder to resist. All those stories about clenching around nothing had seemed a whole load of empty headed romantic nonsense. Until the first time when her internal walls contracted. She had been clad only in a short pleated skirt and knickers while the younger Malfoy played her nipples like a fiddle. While she was on her knees and elbows. In her bedroom in Camden. With a full moon bathing their bodies in its silvery light. And then he moved behind her and his clever tongue...