"A time constraint I thouroughly support," Draco said with a chuckle, taking out her corkscrew to open the bottle of champagne. He waited for her to look before he popped the cork, then reached past her to fill their glasses, his lips grazing softly against her jaw as he did, then against her shoulder. "And it isn't so entirely awful, is it, not having something to take up the one or two days a week? You'll find something else to do with yourself."