This felt comfortable - felt known - and also felt entirely new and enough like too many of his only good dreams that Draco thought, for a moment, that he wouldn't know what to do. But his hands found her sides and slid along, up the satin of her nightclothes to find her hips, and he wasn't all that surprised to learn that he thought he might know how to do this. This part, at least - pulling her in close and laying against her, feeling her body against his while he kissed her.