"Give me your wrists, Draco." The confidence in this command made his blood burn and he was eager to please. He trusted her and felt at ease with her company. He wasn’t afraid to relinquish this control to her. He knew if he asked her not to, she wouldn’t tie him up. She belted his wrists together and pulled them tight enough not to hurt, but the intent was clear, no touching. He could get loose if he wanted and they both knew it.