"Fuck you, Draco Malfoy," she said tiredly.  He paused his massage briefly but then continued on as if she hadn't said anything.  "I like you.  You're a good man.  Maybe you weren't always, but you are now.  And, as Zabini is happy to point out, I'm not so sweet and innocent myself. You're nice to look at.  I like you, and not as friends, so can we stop pretending that's what we are?  I want to spend the night kissing you until I can't breathe."