She was tiny, comparatively, and he felt tall, felt strong her her in his lap and draped around him that way. It was refreshingly empowering when Draco spent most of his time this last year feeling useless.
One arm braced around her back to hold her so she didn't slip from his lap, and the other busied itself sliding down her arm slowly, then back up to trace her throat. "This shouldn't be this comfortable," He said, and he surprised himself by saying it aloud.