You and Draco worked as models You are on top of Draco , straddling him in a sexy nightgown, with his hands on your waist. His grip on your waist becomes more firm as he presses you lower onto his lap, his brown eyes locking yours. He murmured in your ear, "this sucks." You find it incomprehensible that you must go through with it for a photo shoot with the person you hate the most. You despise him. He despises you. "You two, move in a bit closer! A few more photos!" yelled the photographer