Draco reached out his left arm, and Rose crouched down to allow him to lean on her shoulder. He was heavy, but she noticed that he tried not to overload her and to touch her as little as possible. The physical contact made Rose uncomfortable too, she couldn't even touch his back without shuddering. It was worse than having to stroke his head. There, at least, it was a matter of making sure he was whole. Now her nose was filled with the familiar and enticing smell of the Malfoys, which rekindled memories of happier times.