Ginny just nodded, not entirely sure she could trust her voice. She wanted more of this, and she wasn't quite sure what more meant. Her voice was low, when she finally spoke, "I want more of this. This... you. I want more of you."
She tugged at him, trying to pull him onto the sofa. She wanted to continue this, to kiss him, feel him next to her. Right now, Draco was the drug, the cure for the aches of loneliness she had tried to drown with the vodka.