Malfoy’s kiss was possessive and hard, completely unyielding; when he captured her bottom lip between his teeth, she whimpered. Her hands had found their way to his neck, her fingernails digging into the exposed skin between the collar of his robes and his hairline. Gripping her outer thighs, he lifted her slightly off the ground, his thigh coming forward to brace her weight. While wearing her hair up this morning had been a good decision, the tight pencil skirt had not been. She groaned in frustration and reached down to bunch the fabric up and out of the way, allowing his muscular thigh more satisfying access. 