They're drenched by the time they reach Draco's apartment, but she leads them to her bedroom without stopping. As soon as the door closes behind them, she starts peeling the wet clothes off Harry's body. She drapes his jacket carefully over the back of a nearby chair, but discards the rest of his stuff on a careless pile where they land. She strips him down to his pants, goosebumps rising when the air cools his damp skin. She walks him to the bed and tells him to lay down. Harry obeys and watches raptly when she crawls over him, stroking her hands over his chest and down his arms, where she takes his wrists and moves his hands up over his head, instructing him to hold onto the headboard. Harry's heart quickens. Draco's eyes are dark when she looks at him, her ponytail hangs over her shoulder and drips cold rainwater onto his chest. The rain has run her make-up down her face in streaks, and Harry wonders what she looks like when she cries. 