The fear of losing him was as strong as the love she had for him. The mere touch of his skin drove her crazy. With patience, through caresses and reassuring whispers, she managed to overcome his resistance. She knew she had won when Draco grabbed her by the hips, trying to push her away as he had done in the past, but this time only managing to hold her closer. Rose felt him bury his head on her shoulder, his breath long on her neck, while his hardness pressed imperiously against her.