Draco snorts behind me, making me yelp in alarm that he’s able to be so quiet and nimble with that huge body of his. His arms wrap around me, pulling my back to his chest as he rests his chin on the top of my head. It’s one of my favorite ways he holds me, so I let him do it for an absurd amount of time. That is before Pansy and Theo walk back by and tell us to take our arses upstairs and dress or she’ll make sure each paper has an "accidental’ smudge right over my lip like a mustache. Because once again she’s being a wretched woman...