When she announced that they had to wait for the potion to brew, Draco set down his ladle and swiftly pulled her close. He caught her muffled yelp of surprise with his lips, pressing her back against the laboratory table and kissing her deeply.

He pulled away after a few moments, searching her eyes. "How long do we have?"

"F-Four hours for the antidote, and six for—"

"Perfect."

He tugged her against him and kissed her neck, letting his hands curve over her hips. She turned her face into his shoulder, pulling him close. She'd missed this. Catching his lips again, she slid her hands up to his neck, letting him curl over her. His tongue swept through her mouth, and his teeth nipped across her jaw, his breath panting over her collarbones.

He turned her around to face the table as his hands went to the button on her jeans. Closing her eyes, she relished the feeling of his arousal pressing into her back as he positioned her. He reached up for the tie in her hair and tugged it loose.

"Thought about this"—he drew a ragged breath, inhaling the scent of her curls—"every time you were at a cauldron…"

Her breath hitched, and her lashes fluttered. She tried to think about when he might have watched her, but then he pushed her jeans down over her hips and slipped his fingers into her knickers, and every thought fled her brain.

"Just like this."

Her hands pressed against the tabletop, and she gasped as he slid through her folds and circled her clit. She tried to widen her legs, but her jeans were in the way. She threw her head back against his shoulder as his other hand slid under her shirt to palm her breast. He rocked his hips into hers, the tent in his trousers digging into her backside.

"Fuck."

Her eyes shot open. She was just about to ask him what was wrong when he said, "Your fucking arse, Granger," and then his lips latched onto her neck to recreate all the bruises that had vanished since he'd gone away.

She moaned as he worked her closer and closer, rubbing himself against her as his fingers tweaked her breast and rubbed her clit. She had to lean heavily on the tabletop when he slipped them inside of her.

But then he was pulling back, his hands disappearing from her body. She blinked in a haze until she felt him removing her trainers and socks, helping her step out of her jeans.

He turned her to face him, his black eyes searching hers. Her heart skipped a beat as she rolled up onto her toes and slid her fingers through his hair, kissing him until he moaned. She tore away to pull off her shirt and unclasp her bra. His gaze was focused on her breasts as she reached down for his trousers, but then he lifted her at her waist and hoisted her up onto the tall lab table.