Draco's blush went from pink to beet red. "Er...actually...FathergotmeacourtesanwhenIturnedfifteen," he mumbled, rubbing the back of his nack uncomfortably. "Well before Pansy..not that Pansy was...she was dead...awful...really." He couldn't believe he was admiting that Draco Malfoy, who was supposed to be the consumate ladies man, was an inexperienced dolt. He know the HOW...it just had never been very good.
He rested up on his elbow. "What's take away?" he asked quizzically. Everything she'd said sounded brilliant. Draco had never been anything resembling 'normal'...but the idea of walking with his girl...having a drink or six and coming back to their flat to happily snog each other silly had a comforting simplicity that he'd craved. Falling asleep with her...for longer than an hour...that alone made today a perfect day.