The room is mostly empty, except for a group of people in the back, spread out over multiple couches and chairs in front of a blazing fire. They look up and Draco is already walking over to me. His strides are long, his eyes are molten grey and burning with desire. He pulls me towards him in a matter of seconds, his hand spread out on the back of my head. Our lips crashing together, his tongue sweeping along the seam of my lips, requesting entrance. I gasp and he takes advantage of it, I can only squeeze my thighs together for some form of friction to lessen the sudden burst of desire burning in my lower stomach. 