Draco was pale, nearly translucent if she'd seen him this way in the lights, but here in the muted dark of his drawn curtains he felt more solid than he had in the light for a very long time, and with her hands curling and stroking over his skin it was hard to breathe past the pounding of his heart - he was sure she could hear it.
His voice wasn't shaking, though, when she spoke and he answered. "I could say the same, in fact I'm sure I have." And did her hands have to play at his stomach that way, shy, random strokes that made his skin feel like it was on fire.