Once they'd changed positions, Draco adjusted his robes and pillowed his head on her thigh. He reached up to take her near hand and held it, fingers linked with his, over his heart. "Story," he murmured, closing his eyes. "Right. A story about a beautiful, beguiling witch, with eyes like emeralds and hair that shone like a raven's wing." He sighed in contentment as he felt her fingers slide through his hair, and relaxed as he talked.