Her heart juddered wildly in her chest as for a brief second Draco was frozen above her; unresponsive and still. His lips were warm but unmoving, and she waited for him to shove her away, reject her as she kissed him; her lips closing over his full lower lip and sucking on it, tugging at it, her tongue sweeping over it teasingly and slipping just barely, tantalisingly, into his mouth, her fingers twined in his hair. She was an idiot. This was ridiculous and pathetic and a very bad decision – Draco wasn't going to want to... And then he growled and his hand drove into the masses of her hair, and his mouth moved against hers, hungry and demanding and filled with a taut, relentless anger.