The gentle touches and delicate kisses tell her that soft, needy Draco has made an appearance. It has been a terribly long day. It couldn’t possibly hurt to just indulge him a little bit. Relaxing back into his hold and resting some of her body weight against him she tilts her head back towards him, effectively exposing her jaw and neckline to his lingering mouth. Easily taking the hint, he trails soft closed mouth kisses down her jawline. A loud meow echoes through the apartment, as Crookshanks protests her lack of urgency in obtaining his dinner. He stills, his mouth just barely brushing against her face.