Draco was glad she recognized that, and he laughed despite still having a bad taste in his mouth from the conversation they'd had. She was practically in his lap already, so he pulled her in the rest of the distance, until she was across his legs, and he could slip an arm around her waist, trapping her there.
Satin. He looked at her again, and how exactly had talking about his Lord and Potter made him forget what it was she was wearing, and where they were? "No. No games. I've had enough of those."