"Best get on with it before I change my mind," says Draco, who’s released her hips. She feels him reach for his own drink and her body has overridden the controls and bypassed higher brain function because before she can even think about it, she’s rocking against him, cunt alight as she rubs against the firm warmth of Draco’s thigh. She’s desperate for it, can’t stop the moan that bleeds out of her at the relief of friction at last. Neville raises his eyebrows and drops his gaze to–