Draco smirked back. “Who says I don’t?” In truth, Draco did not know her all that well. She was Pansy’s friend and companion. She was part of their little entourage but, like all good Slytherins, had a mind of her own and ambitions to go with it. However, that nearly exhausted what he had ever bothered to learn about her.
Then again, until last year, there hadn’t been much worth knowing in his mind about the almost-totally unappealing girl with bad skin, bad hair and more than a few extra pounds.
“Fair enough,” he conceded. With a swift, aggressive motion, Draco zipped her skirt the rest of the way up.
Millicent’s face being so near him made Draco’s cock fully harden a few inches from her face. He tried not to be nervous as it was clear she had seen him already aroused and hadn’t scurried away.
“Happy to help,” Draco mused. Lifting his leg, he did so in a way that caused the hard swell in his shorts to brush Millicent’s cheek. The hard length, barely contained by the silk, was visibly long and think. So much so that Draco knew that he had been blessed in that regard.
In the showers, he had discovered that he had a cock that was far larger than most.