Draco pulls out gently, a little unsteady on his feet, as he leans down and kisses her hard on the mouth. Her nerves are shot, overstimulated, so she twitches under him, but she can feel herself grinning like an idiot. She knows—medically—that it’s just chemicals, her body is flooded with oxytocin, but she thinks he’s the most beautiful thing she’s ever seen.