"Well? Shall we go?" she demanded, face a little flushed. Draco leaned over her putting the book back into his robes as he shrugged and leaned towards her as she stepped in front of her. He breathed in, tasting the actual full on taste of her orgasm. She tensed hearing him sniff and looked at him oddly as he smirked down at her. She huffed and continued on. She was building that frustrated energy, it was licking off her in waves. Hot and demanding of him, but until she actually fully wanted him he wasn’t going to touch her. He had to visit her again tonight and he winced when he thought about leaving her, though he had to. He had to confirm what was happening because if she was a Veela, then it was possible... it was possible he could find someone who loved his black soul. A thought that left him shuddering, feeling a torture that he could only describe as hope. 