No, instead of saying a damned thing, I take two small steps toward him before he lifts me up into his arms. Locking my legs around his waist, I snog the ever-loving shite out of Draco Malfoy. When he pulls away, I whimper slightly at the loss of his mouth on mine. When I feel his teeth gently scrape over my jaw down to the crook of my neck, it takes all I have not to moan like some kind of creature in heat. 