He knew he shouldn't be nuzzling at her when they were trying to have a conversation, but it felt so nice to be able. To let himself hold her and touch her like he'd wanted for years, even when he'd pushed her away. Telling himself it was a bad idea even as he moved, he parted his lips just enough to flick his tongue out and taste her skin. Draco half-heard what Pansy was saying to him, but what most of him noticed was her easing back. His hands locked on her waist and he snapped his head up, staring into her eyes. Confusion and frustration melted together, rolled up his inability to explain himself properly and make her understand something he didn't understand either, and he growled, fingers stiffening. "Don't walk away from me."