Draco had given her some semblance of control, which overall had been rare, at least behind closed doors. She watched the way his gaze roved over her slowly, as if he was committing every curve, every freckle, and every dip to memory. Her hand quickly wrapped around his tie and pulled his lips to hers for a bruising, urgent kiss. He growled into her mouth at her boldness, pushing his tongue against hers with veracity.  