She laughed again, delighted with his cheek and she gasped in surprise at the dip. She couldn't help it; she was having a brilliant time, and for once, didn't not look to see who might be gloating at her joy or looking envious at them.
"I could read your cards, but you'll have to give me a tougher question than that to answer," she said, pleased at the notion of meeting with him to do a reading for him. She kept up the pace, and smiled gaily. She almost thought to mention the idea of Quidditch, but she hated to bring up a sore subject, especially when they seemed to be having such a good time.
She was breathless, from the fun of it, and her cheeks had some color to them and she felt gay and light as feather in his arms, just as she'd been instructed so many times in class. She'd never thought it could really feel like the way the teacher had told them, but with Draco, it did.