Draco smirked as she slipped her arms around his neck. "I missed you too, hellion," he said before kissing her back, and there was very little about that kiss that could be construed as any kind of 'chaste'.
"Just answer this," he asked as he pulled away for a moment. "Do I really need to go back to my rooms and fetch a change of clothing? If not...get me the bloody hell out of here, Ginevra." There was a humour in his voice, that was trying to hide the frustation and longing in it.