They make out

The book had promised that the spells would be irresistible, but the reality was so much more intoxicating than he could have ever imagined. He could feel the power coursing through his veins, a dark thrill that made him feel alive. Daphne's hands roamed his body, exploring every inch with a hunger that was both thrilling and terrifying. He knew that this was not love, but a perversion of it, and yet he couldn't help but be drawn in by the raw desire in her eyes.

Their kiss grew more frantic, tongues dueling as if trying to claim dominance. Draco's hand found the hem of her shirt, sliding it up to expose the soft, creamy skin beneath. Her breath came in ragged gasps as his fingers traced the curve of her waist, his thumb brushing the swell of her breast. He felt her nipple harden against his palm, and she arched into his touch, moaning his name. The sound of it sent a bolt of lightning straight to his groin, making him painfully hard. He knew he had to have more of her, all of her.

With a flick of his wrist, he dispelled the last of her clothing, leaving her naked before him. She was even more beautiful than he had imagined, her body a work of art that he wanted to claim. He took a moment to appreciate the view, his eyes devouring every inch of her. Her breasts were full and firm, the rosy tips begging to be kissed. Her stomach was flat and toned, leading down to the apex of her thighs, where a thatch of dark hair beckoned to him. He couldn't believe that she was here, under his spell, willing to do whatever he desired.