There was something...  intimate  about working with Draco. Perhaps it was the comfortable and almost companionable silence they had fallen into. The way he would find books somewhere amongst the endless rows of books, and bring them to her. Sometimes he would open one to a section that caught his attention, leaning over her shoulder to show her. His heat would soak into her back, the subtle scent of his cologne teasing her senses. She knew if she leaned back, her head would just touch his chest. His robes brushed the back of her chair. This evening was no exception. 