It boggled Millicent's mind that she was where she was at this very moment. That she was being very thoroughly and scintillatingly kissed by Draco Malfoy. And it felt oh so good, and more right than she ever would have suspected. It was fabulous. And it completely and totally wiped her brain of any other thought than kissing him.
It scared her that he was so gentle, though. She wouldn't break--at least, she didn't think so, but sometimes she wondered. And how fast it was, but then like he read her mind, he slowed down and finally pulled away. Millie let her hands trail down his arms to rest lightly near his elbows. She looked at him through her lashes, not being coy but rather slightly shy--it was all so unexpected.
She really didn't think he was just playing with her, and if anything that was more terrifying. But a faint smile refused to leave her lips, and she let it stay, sweet and hesitant.
"I can say I'm rather a fan of spontaneity, now," she replied, leaning forward to briefly press her lips to his softly. She wasn't sure why--to reassure herself that this was real, to reassure him that she liked this turn of events, she didn't know.
"Please, don't stop on my account," Blaise drawled softly in the background, a broad grin on his own lips. How unexpected... and yet, Blaise approved. It might take his chances with her away, but if he had to lose anything, he'd rather cede it to Draco than anyone else in the world.
"Oh, go gag yourself, Zabini," Millicent drawled lazily, unable to summon up further emotion at this moment in time.