She wobbles as she straightens, her knees weak from kneeling and from  him as a whole. As soon as she’s standing, Draco wraps a hand around her throat gently but possessively and pulls her into him. His lips lock onto hers and the kiss is somehow equal parts reverent and feral. A ferocity unleashes within him as he tastes her, an energy he can’t hide in the shudder his body releases while pressed against hers.