She doesn't budge. If anything, her expression turns into one of even more pity. He's so frustrated, so alone, and so concupiscent that he lunges for her, grasping her by the shoulders and yanks her to him. He presses his mouth against hers and she gasps, frozen momentarily, until she remembers herself and bites his lower lip. He hisses, yanking back and bringing a hand to his mouth as he looks at her. Her cheeks are warm, eyes glossy, both her hands covering her mouth. Draco looks at his fingertips and when he spots the crimson liquid, he smirks.