He was still for a moment, his harsh breaths filling the quiet of the room. Then he pressed his nose into her hair and mumbled, "Had to do that just once."

She smiled into his chest.

After a beat, she reached for his buckle, sliding her other hand down to cup the outline of him. He blew out a sharp exhale, dropping his head on her shoulder and moving his hands to her hips.

"Granger…" Something in his voice sent her insides coiling again.

She quickly unbuttoned him and pulled down his trousers. The sight of him sent a rush of heat through her core. She licked her palm, and he groaned when she took him in her hand. Her legs still felt like jelly, but his body was wound tightly against hers, holding her upright as she began stroking him. He growled into her neck when she remembered to twist at the end, letting his hands wander down to fill with her arse. A delicious thought bubbled through her, and she paused.

"Was it…" She wet her lips. "Did you like doing that?"

He laughed darkly. "I liked it, alright. Only been dreaming about it."

Her breath caught, and she looked down at him again. Maybe one day she could—

"Did you?"

"I… yes, I liked it."

His cock twitched, and he pulled her hand away before quickly walking her to the lab table. Her fingers barely had a moment to dig into his shirt before her naked back hit the stone. She gasped as he pressed their bodies close, crowding her.

"I'd do every day if I could. Twice a day." She was just about to tease him about why he couldn't when his lips brushed across her shoulder. "Missed your hands. Missed being inside of you."

She moaned, tilting her neck back as his lips explored her, her breasts pulling into taut peaks. She felt herself start to throb again as his hands massaged her backside, sloping over her cheeks and rounding to the tops of her thighs.

When she couldn't take it any longer, she reached down to grasp him, pressing her forehead against his chest. "Inside of me?"

His cock jumped again, and a drop of pearly liquid escaped, rolling into her fingers.

He groaned and mumbled something into her hair.

Her heart beat quicker as she thought of how he'd said he imagined it — when he was behind her at the cauldron. She wriggled to face the table, one hand on his hip to keep him close.

She put her other hand on the table and leaned forward, her hair falling around her elbow. "Would it work like this?"

He staggered backward, and she had a split second to feel embarrassed before he moaned and curved around her from behind. He swept her hair off her shoulder, kissing her neck. "You don't have to—"

"I want to." Her eyelids fluttered as he dropped a kiss between her shoulder blades. "Draco, please."

His lips lifted, and he drew a ragged breath before stepping away to push down his trousers. She braced herself on the table and bit her lip, waiting.