"I suppose so." She whispered in reply, knowing that she would burn for days after this. Her body still yearned to touch him and have him touch her. For now his arm around her shoulders and the hand on her thigh would have to suffice as Malfoy turned away from her, apparently enthralled by the Dragon as flames fell from its mouth. She assumed he was occluding or trying to decipher his own actions as they sat there together, completely encompassed by the feel of being so near each other. Merlin knew she would go through this moment with a fine toothed comb for several nights to come.