Draco pulls her spare parchment to the middle of the table, as if they're both inspecting it, and holds his quill in his left hand. His right snakes between her legs, which she parts agreeably, and he feels the centre of her knickers with a finger. His resolve is also tested immediately when she's already wet, and Draco reminds himself that he can't be the one to fail the game this early. He closes his eyes instead and makes himself focus them on the parchment on the table.