Unable to trust myself to speak, I’m in a dazed state as I nod my head yes. All the while nibbling on my lower lip as I take in the specimen before me. Merlin knows Quidditch players are fit. Duh. But Draco Malfoy takes fit to a whole new category. Muscles on muscles make up his tall, broad frame. And since his shirt is still adorning my rapidly liquifying body I can see every single dip and divot. Especially that damned V that I try desperately to not let my traitorous eyes trail down to what I’m sure is a sizeable cock in his pants.