"You look it," she says, and leans in to kiss him. It’s slow and sweet and makes Harry want to melt onto her soft tongue like a popsicle. He digs his fingers into her waist to keep her close, but she doesn’t seem to be going anywhere either way. They sit like that for a while, if it were up to Harry he would let her kiss him like that forever. For the second time since she got here, it is as though a switch flipped in Draco. The contrast intrigues Harry; if there was anything he had fast learned about her, it is that she is demanding, and unwilling to let anything up to chance. Good at knowing what she wants, and taking it. Right now, she was no less intentional or tempestuous in her affections, but she seemed to want to give something back, instead. Kissing Harry back into his body, making a trade for what he had let her take just a few moments ago. It makes him feel warm. She moves down his neck, planting fluttering kisses over last night’s love bites and nosing along his hairline. She hums into his neck contentedly. 