But Draco supposed she'd never have let him touch her if she'd been truly terrified of him. That was sort of a comforting thought. Then again, she'd been quite tipsy. Bloody hell. There went his splendid visions of asking her for coffee. Draco vehemently hated the fact he was overanalyzing this. He'd certainly do well to go and avoid her for a while, just in case. It was better that way. No overanalyzing or miscommunication. Maybe they could work back up to the friendly coffee...in a few dozen months.