He continued to cup her cheek gently, with the other hand crawling back to the nape of her neck, massaging it slowly and gathering her unruly hair into a makeshift ponytail, pulling slightly to expose her neck. Malfoy surrounded her, over, under, all around her. His body sent out waves of heat that contrasted with the coolness of his hands. He smelled like leather and soap. He was addictive. She could do this for hours. 