"We would...partake in your rooms, I assume?" she inquired as calmly as was humanly possible, wanting to make sure they were really talking about the same thing, and shock crossed Malfoy's face and shattered his carefully assembled composure as he mistakenly took her query for a tentative assent. His breath pulled in hard and his grip on the stem of his wine glass tightened, his full lips parted in a way that made her want to kiss them immediately.