Draco kisses him once more before getting up from the bed to fetch her cigarettes from her coat. Harry watches her as she walks across his room and back again, sitting down by the window over his bed and propping up her feet in his lap. She sticks a cigarette between her lips, reaching around to open the window before sparking it up. The evening air is chilly when it blows into the room. Harry strokes his fingers up and down Draco’s legs, watching goosebumps rise in the blonde hair. There’s a delicate tattoo of a ladybug right above her ankle. Harry traces it with his index finger before trailing down again over her foot and up to her toes. She wriggles when he gets a little too close to her arch, and Harry smirks at her. 