Although maybe she didn’t actually want to think. She had been exceptionally close to kissing Malfoy...and, from the way her core still throbbed when she thought about it, she’d have probably done more. Now she was away from him there should be about a million reasons why that would be a terrible idea, could she think of any right now? Nope. Of course it should be a terrible idea, she knew that. Although most of that came from the fact that he didn’t like her. But maybe she would have to revise that, maybe Draco Malfoy didn’t like her...except he quite clearly wanted her. And she didn’t like him particularly but it was becoming quite obvious that she did want him. Her subconscious had made that abundantly clear and even given the chance to deny that with the real flesh and blood Malfoy, she hadn’t managed to stop anything. She had reached for him, wanted him to kiss her, wanted to see if it felt like it had in her dream. There was some kind of heady power in having someone like Draco Malfoy desire her. If Professor Slughorn hadn’t walked in she wasn’t sure how much further she’d have gone, how much further would Malfoy had gone? She groaned and pressed her legs together, she was still ridiculously horny. 