Thrilling, definitely. Terrifying, absolutely. Draco was in a position he wasn't familiar with. Sure, he hadn't completely lost his touch with flirting, but it had been so long, too long since he'd been with anyone, he was sure he'd end up making a fool of himself. He wouldn't, couldn't though. He was determined not to. It was a challenge, and he'd always risen to challenges.
His gut tightened at her whispered words at his ear, and he had to fight for a moment to reign in his control again. Gods, but he wanted her like he hadn't wanted in a long time. Who would have thought Millicent Bulstrode would do this to him?
He watched her clear the table, smiling as the pocketed the eight smoothly. At her words, he walked to her. His eyes locked on hers, and he lifted a hand to brush that wisp of hair behind her ear, keeping his hand against the side of her face. "That's a matter of perspective," his lips whispered against hers before pressing against them in a surprisingly gentle kiss.
It was light, testing the waters and giving her a chance to pull away or give in. When he felt her giving in, he wrapped his other arm around her waist, pulling her closer to him.