She didn’t respond but her confidence certainly grew. She became more liberal with where she touched him. At first, one hand combed into his platinum hair by the nape and her other trailed down his chest. When he groaned against her lips, she smiled softly and journeyed to his back. Her fingers teased the hem of his shirt and sweater. As she tightened the hold of his roots and her nails grazed his skin, Draco felt something swell in his trousers.