As Ginny started becoming closer and closer, however, some part of Draco felt completely suffocated. He wanted to scream, to shove her away, to break free from the prison that he now found himself in. But a larger part wanted to get even closer. So he was torn, between two extremes. Determined not to repeat the same mistakes he'd made with Blaise, Draco leaned into that kiss that she gave him, determined not to shy away from this.
If he didn't think about it, it didn't seem so horrible. If he didn't think that he was her hero right now, it wasn't so awful. It went against every Slytherin bone in his body to admit that someone depended on him, and that he now had to think about someone else's safety, let alone his own. He showed none of this to Ginny, except in the brief hesitation he'd had before he let his lips meet hers. Maybe...maybe this wouldn't be so bad. Maybe this was something he could get used to.