He was anxious. She shared a quick look with Remus, and he nudged the spatula in his hand in Draco’s direction. Draco sat on the bench in the same spot she had shared with Harry earlier that morning, his back up against the table, turned so he could watch them work, and immediately she knew he needed some reassurance. If it were her being the third added to an already established relationship, she’d be nervous too. She pushed his blonde locks off his forehead, and sank down to his level to straddle his lap. In a flash she was reminded of a similar moment she had spent with Remus not that long ago as his hands shifted to the tops of her legs, thumbs dangerously close to an area she was dying for him to explore.  