Draco doesn’t resist, but he must realize what she’s about to do. She leans down, taking her time, and presses her mouth to his. His lips are soft, cool. Thinner than Theo’s, but more demanding, more urgent. She can tell he wants to take control, but he holds back, parting his lips as she leads the kiss. She does, letting the wine dribble into his mouth. He swallows it. Arousal flushes through her.