Draco let his lips wrap around her clit, his tongue flicking over it, and her thighs clamped down on his ears, her hand gripping into his hair. She was moaning, pleading, whining. Musical, exactly as it had been in the multiverse, but this time, he was the one doing this to her. He was the one making her back arch, her fists grip the sheets, her body quake and tremble as she climbed to the plateau and cried out as she crashed down it.