"Well, not all the time..." She pulled her knees up and thought of the moment shared between herself and that damned Slytherin. She hadn’t daydreamed of Malfoy in quite a while since Ron has been successfully occupying her mind. She touched her swollen lips and remembered how it felt when his hands trailed her waist as their hips moved in tandem. His lips were so soft and his charm magnetic. She wanted to try it once more, just to be sure her inexperience didn’t convince herself that it was as spectacular as she remembered it to be. 