Rose didn't ask any questions. She got on the bed and, without stopping kissing him, pulled him on top of her. Lying on her, Draco realized how strange it was to dominate her. She seemed small compared to him, too delicate for the roughness of his skin, completely inexperienced in what he wanted to do to her. Despite the uncertainty of the movements, though, she knew exactly what she wanted and, just as she had told him, she was taking it.