Later that night, she found herself back in Draco's arms but in a less wanton way. And with a bit more clothes on. Well, they were in bed and their pyjamas, so it wasn't much, but it seemed to be enough to pleasantly rest in each other's arms. The letters she had been instructed by Snape to give to Draco lay discarded on the table by the sofa in the other room. Draco had taken one look at them and recognised his father's handwriting before dropping them with no further attention for the night.