Objectively, she could admit that she had a body others would find desirable. She had an average-sized chest and waist and thighs that tended to hold onto weight a little easier than anywhere else in her body, but overall she was fit enough. But Draco Malfoy was built like something an artist chiseled out of stone, all long hard lines. He could easily have his choice of any beautiful woman, muggle, or wizard alive. And yet he was drinking in the sight of her naked body like he had to make sure he committed every inch of it to memory. Leaning up on her elbows to look at him easier, she glances at the floating charm with a smirk.  