Pushing a blond lock out of his eye, he stood up tall, lifted an eyebrow in the way that made her eyes dilate, and smirked his best Malfoy smirk at her. She reached out a shaky hand to steady herself on the table, and he got somehow harder. He could feel her gaze like a caress. He could feel how much she wanted him. He stepped closer, revelling in her attention. He reached out a finger and brushed it, feather-light, over the nipple he could see through the fabric of her dress. Her eyes followed his finger, and he knew the hitch in her breathing came from looking at his hands. His breath jumped as she remembered her touching herself and how much he enjoyed watching. 