Granger was sprawled out on her bed, a muggle t-shirt was tucked up above one supple breast, her left hand pinching and pulling at a rosy, taut nipple. Her wild curls fanned out on the pillow below her head. Her right hand dipped beneath the band of cream colored knickers, fingers moving in slow circles. A damp spot was visible as her fingers began to move quicker. Draco groaned aloud at the sight and brought a hand down to fist himself in his joggers. He couldn’t remember ever having been so hard before. Draco had never allowed himself to indulge these sorts of fantasies before– not to this extent at least.