Draco used his body to crowd into her, pushing her back against the bookcase behind her. The air rushed from her body as he deepened the kiss, taking what she was offering. His kiss was neither demanding nor questing, but more exploratory. His lips were soft and pliant against hers, coaxing hers to open to him. She felt his tongue, tracing the curve of her own. The heat of his palm as it met her side caused a little sound to pry free from her throat. His body was pressed against hers, molded into her. Hard angles hidden by muscle and robes. 