It was the plan to make him groan, and yet she still draws in a quick breath and holds it when he does, burying the resulting moan against his lips, curling her free hand over the back of his head and holding him close almost tenderly, kissing him nice and deep, until she's breathless.

It comes quickly, with his fingers brushing down her side and slipping into her underwear. She breaks the kiss with a gasp of surprise, not pulling far enough to make it hard for him to chase her for another kiss, and he's right. She's very wet.

She does have the space to roll her hips against his fingers, and bucks a little as he finishes the circle against her clit, the sensation sending a bolt of pleasure up her spine to the crown of her head.

So this is happening. They're having sex, she's going to sleep with Draco Malfoy - and, considering the breathless laugh she lets out at his marvelled discovery of her arousal, she is going to enjoy it. Good - it's been forever since she enjoyed every aspect of sex.

She goes in for one more kiss, teasing her tongue along his bottom lip, before she pushes him to lie back, her hands on his chest. She leans down to press a kiss to the centre of his chest - as she doesn't want to sit up from his lap, it's as far as she reaches - then pulls his underwear down his hips. Not fully off, just enough to free his erection, enough for her to be able to see it, and wraps her hand around it and gives him a slow stroke.

"I want you inside me," she murmurs, gaze focused down on his cock, on the way it looks in her hand as she strokes him a second time. She glances up at him quickly with a little smile. "We can sort out foreplay later."