"Depends on what your definition of fun is." He flicked the tip of his tongue into the crevice between her fingers, the fleetingest caress along that sensitive area. Knowing how she had always reacted to that, and seeing that look again, that was fun. Though a bit too early, perhaps.
"All too well," Draco said. It had been the summer before his fourth year, her fifth. Right before the Quidditch world cup. One of the happiest and saddest memories he had, and it was the same memory. He leaned closer, nuzzling against her and whispering in her ears. "The old tree in the southern part of the Manor, outside the main fence. It was our first kiss, my first kiss ever. And it was the day that I walked away from you. I didn't, couldn't tell you why, either."