She ran her hand down from his neck, passing each button of his shirt as she did so. Her hand stopped midway, taking a fistful of his shirt as she pulled him close to her once again. "Of course, that’s only if you  want to, Draco." Her lips were dangerously close to his and he felt helpless. Weak. But in a way that was so much better than the weakness he felt when his father spoke to him. 