Merlin, at least he knew she was eating enough. She was a solid, heavy weight on him; no thin waif, but with luscious curves and gentle dips, and almost unexpectedly, lean muscle beneath her soft skin. For a while Draco just lay there, basking in the warm daze of his afterglow, thinking of nothing but the feel of her draped over him and of what they had done. Brief post-orgasmic bliss, and then reality began slowly seeping back in. Unwelcome and chilling, draining the limp, sated happiness out of him.