"At me mainly." He replied and grinned at her. She flushed but shifted in front of him as he took a step to her. Draco looked over her naked body with pure pleasure as she put her hands up and brushed them down his body. He still had the scars from Potter's attempt to kill him, the rest of it, the various scars stayed, but the dark mark was gone. He hadn't even noticed until she brushed a hand down his arm. "As much as I like the petting," she hunched her cheeks going redder. "We need to get to the baths before McGonagall decides to kill me." 