"Let him think what he wants. We know what matters." Draco slipped his arm around her shoulders and he took her hand in his to rest on his knee. He curled her close to his side and bent his head to hers. "When it's just us, Pansy, this ... this is what I want to do." It wasn't all that he wanted to do, but it was making his heart race enough to sit there with her. The cuddles and touches from their younger years seemed bizarrely innocent now, with the heat of her body soaking through his robes.
He sat in silence for a bit, fingers laced in hers, just breathing with her. "Do you remember when we were little?" he asked after a while, his voice soft. "Remember the night we fell asleep out here and everyone was frantic because we'd curled up in my cloak and they couldn't see us? I promised I'd hold on to you so the peacocks couldn't get you." He chuckled under his breath. "Pretty sure you knew I really meant so they couldn't get me."