Salazar that fucking skirt, that green fucking skirt, and those tights and that skirt, and her hair. Draco would do anything to run his hands up those tights to whatever was hidden under that skirt. Every time he closed his eyes, he was brought back to the sitting room at Grimmauld Place, the professor’s mouth on her breast, staring at him while he kissed her. The quick flash he got of her hardened nipples poking out of her thin shirt as she pulled herself off Remus’ lap. Draco spent hours in the shower, wanking to the image of Granger’s gorgeous body, and the professor’s bright gold eyes that locked on his as he kissed their witch.