His hands slid into her messy curls, effectively keeping her face pinned exactly where he wanted it. Once again she had nothing to complain about. She loved the feel of a man tugging her hair in passionate moments. The pain was just enough to keep her begging for more. Unafraid to take further control of the increasingly dangerous position they found themselves in, Draco pushed the witch back until her head rested on the arm of the sofa. He broke contact with her mouth long enough to stare down at her with that blasted smirk she still hated.