It’s all the invitation Draco needs before settling between her legs, his hands on her thighs are he nuzzles his nose against hers. He looks dashing even in relaxed muggle clothing, even covered in flour and grumpy at the way his first batch of biscuits turned out. Watching him brew always had a calming effect on her, he pulled her into his tightly controlled environment with ease, allowing her to relax inside the structures he had created to steady himself and his mind, until she could find her balance again. Watching him cook relaxes her as much as it relaxes him, something born out of love and affection rather than anxiety and fear.