When she stared, Draco's gaze locked with hers...and he found himself unable to move for a second or two. Sure, it was a sappy, horrible thought, but he found himself trapped by her gaze and unable to turn his head away for several moments. The hand against his neck was just a soothing, constant motion that kept Draco in one place as he stared back at her, not quite able to function properly just now.
"Kissing...kissing would be lovely," he remarked in an odd tone. Part of him wondered if this would mean he'd have to take charge, because Draco really wasn't the sort to take charge of situations, as he'd proven with Blaise that weekend. "Kissing...would be fantastic." He flushed a little, and remembered Blaise's words, and how his friend had reacted when he hadn't reciprocated, or when he'd shied away from doing just that. He didn't want to lose Ginny like that, not after all that had already been set in motion. "Just as you are," he finally stated, lamely, the best compliment that Draco's brain could fathom at the moment. He dove one hand lightly into her red hair to tilt her head back, just like he'd done that night at George's, and pressed his lips softly against hers. Not at all like kissing Blaise, but it was a gentle, welcoming kiss, one that asked for permission to deepen it before he did it.