"For sleeping, I just thought…"

She smiled and leaned into him again, scattering kisses over his jaw and neck. "Just admit it," she whispered. "You hate Muggle denims."

He laughed softly, his hands gliding down her waist. "Only when you're wearing them."

She sucked on a spot that had his fingers curling into her hips. "And why's that?"

He hissed as she widened her thighs and pressed their centers together. "Because I can't keep my eyes off your perfect arse in those damned denims."

A blush spread up her cheeks, and she tucked her face into his neck. "Oh."

He slipped his fingers under the waistband of her pajama bottoms, reaching down to fill his hands with her backside. She gasped as he squeezed and tugged her against his erection, rolling her body against his in slow waves. Her nipples tightened, her breasts brushing over his shirt with every movement.

"I think about your arse a lot, Granger," he groaned into her ear. "A lot."

She dropped her forehead to his shoulder, her fingers digging in the pillows as he moved her body how he wanted it. Every roll of her hips dragged his cock against her clit, tearing sighs from her throat.

She grabbed the collar of his shirt—"Take this off"—and sat up tall to help him. The muscles in his stomach pulled taut as he ripped his shirt off, and before she could think of the next step, his lips descended on her breast.

Her fingers sunk into his hair, throwing her neck back as he kissed and grazed at her skin. One of his hands played with her other breast, his fingers tweaking and rolling her nipple until she whimpered.

"Please," she begged. "Please touch me—"

He groaned with her nipple in his mouth, and the vibrations made her gasp. His lips popped off of her skin and he rolled them over, pinning her to the mattress. She clutched at his shoulders and pressed their mouths together as he shoved her pajamas down her hips. She tried to kick them off, but then his fingers were slipping through her folds and all other thoughts fled her mind.

Her eyes fluttered closed, her lips parting in a sigh. He circled her entrance and dragged his fingertips up to her clit, his strokes light and teasing as her thighs tensed.

"Draco, I need—"

He kissed her neck, and her mind blanked. She twisted beneath him as he sucked bruises across her skin, adding to the collection from their first time as he slowly worked her clit.

"More." Her heels dug into his calves. "Faster—"

Skillful fingers began rubbing her, circling and pressing down. Her nails raked down his back and her legs struggled to writhe.

"Like this?"

She jerked her head in a nod. "Yes. Please—"

"Fuck—"

"Yes—"

His fingers pressed down, faster and faster. Her body shook, her insides clenching and thighs straining. The stretched muscles inside of her clamped down on nothing as she followed the blinding flash behind her eyes into the crystal starlight.