"Lemme "lone," she mewed and batted out a hand at him before rolling onto her side in a ball. Draco took the chance to admire the curves of her arse, outlined so clearly in the tiny, thin pyjama shorts she wore. Her hair had eaten her face; her features hidden behind a heavy cloud of tangled, fluffy curls, and he scraped it off, revealing her pursed up dusky pink mouth and the crescent line of her closed eyes. He wondered if she would kiss him again, or if the last kiss had scared her off forever.