She turned again at the end of the hall and brushed past Draco who stopped walking halfway. After her scent flooded his senses once more, he shuddered and remembered their encounter at Slughorn’s Christmas party. That short skirt and tight shirt nearly had him feral with desire. Given the chance, he wouldn’t let her leave dissatisfied like the times before. But there’s nowhere to do that. Her Gryffindor friends were always stuck to her side like a leech. If they were alone, would she accept him?