Decisions, Decisions

"Malfoy," she said again.

She made a protesting noise, though even to her own ears it must have been feeble because her eyes darkened with the same longing that was thrumming through his own veins.

He pulled her to him, and despite the mud layered all over them like a second skin, he thought she was the prettiest thing he’d ever seen.

"Just a little reminder," he whispered when she whimpered against his mouth.

Or: a field trip.