His eyes widened, perhaps a bit shocked that he'd actually done something right, then the startled look quickly dissolved into something much more smug. He slipped another thin, shamelessly delicate finger into her, feeling her warm and stretched around two of them now, and let his thumb sweep over that little bundle of nerves he knew was there but rarely took the time to seek out.

He'd tire of this, soon enough. Of course he would. Draco Malfoy wasn't good at giving pleasure without receiving. But the power he felt just then was enough to keep him going, for now.