Draco kissed her until his lungs burned, and then a moment after, and when he pulled away he was panting, and still looked mildly surprised but obviously not bothered enough by it to criticize at all. As if he would - he could barely remember what they'd been talking about before this. "Astoria?" He'd meant it as a statement of his intentions, but was horrified as it came out as a question. What was he asking? Likely exactly how far she'd thought about this, how far she'd let him go, because if how he felt now was any indication, she could easily make him stop thinking about limits at all.