At that moment everything was so simple. So… Perfect. He held my hand and… That's it. It didn't hurt me. It was so beautiful. Malfoy, Malfoy, Malfoy, do not look at me that way.
Your beautiful eyes, that trace me almost as perfect as your hands do. Your fingers that touch my arms and legs… Malfoy, keep your hand out of there. And do not look at me with that face. Those eyes shining like puppy's eyes. Oh! Haven't I already told you to keep your hand out of there?
And don't kiss me, don't smother me, don't touch my lips like you wanted them just for yourself. And this tongue that goes down my neck while I forget where my hand is going, oh, this warm and delicious tongue that I listen curling when you talk that way that just we both can understand. Malfoy? Can I call you Draco? I was thinking about that while I touched your legs. Can I?
Oh, that's such a good laugh, Draco! Laugh again for me. Yeah, that way without any fun or happiness, that way that makes you seem a little bit crazy. We aren't crazy, right? It's not just because we both don't have any clothes on in a classroom at the middle of night that we are crazy. Oh… Malfoy! Haven't I told you twice to you keep your hand out of there? No, it doesn't matter if I like it or not. Keep out. And do not make this face again.
This… This whisper in my ear, this bite on my neck, this hand that goes, warm, for my chest… For Merlin's sake, Draco, or Malfoy, or whoever you are at this moment, how can you do this with me? Touch me that way, tame me, and put me inside this white frame that is your body… What? No, no. You can keep your hand right there.