"Even if you did," she continues, "I shouldn't have assumed, but the fact that you  don't  makes it even more irresponsible." She pouts her lips in the mirror and coats them in a shiny, clear gloss, before turning around to face Harry.  "Do you know why?" The question throws Harry off, not only because Draco now looks just as intimidating as the night he met her, but also because nothing about their first encounter had felt anything close to irresponsible to him. He shakes his head. Draco smiles and gets up from her spot, stalking across the floor only to push Harry back onto the bed and straddling his hips. "Of course not. I bet you felt great, didn't you?" Harry's hands fall onto her bare legs, and he trails his fingers under the edge of the velvet fabric of her skirt. 