Indeed, there were few things out there that could rattle Draco like this, but this...image of Molly Weasley happened to be one of them. He leaned into her embrace lightly, closing his eyes for a brief moment to gather his wits about him.
"Of course you're quite the handful. All of that red hair, you know." He grinned, making his lame attempts at recovering from the dream. "Ah. I fail at this, Gin. Let me take a quick shower, yeah? Help yourself to the kitchen, literally." He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead.