The touch of her tongue to the cut on his back nearly drew a yelp from him. Nearly. He bit his tongue instead, which drew the pain there. He was satisfied with her answer for now, opting to close his eyes and rest. How long had he been there? Judging by the state of exhaustion his body was in, probably a few hours. But his stamina was not what it once was due to his poor health over the past year. So that wasn't really a fair way to measure the time. Draco supposed it didn't matter, really. He'd told his parents he was visiting a friend from school, as he did whenever they questioned where he was going. They never asked who, as they were relieved that their son was actually leaving the confines of his room. Then again, there were other times when he would leave without saying a word.
The reason he was concerned with the time, was that a thought just struck him and he wanted to send off an owl. It hardly seemed the time to do such a thing, but when Draco wanted to do something, quite often he did it.
Draco raised up, not bothering to ease her away but letting her do so herself. "Fine. I'll give you more to taste when you've regained your composure." Sliding up, his legs were shaky and his knees wobbly, but he didn't let it show. He slid his silk undergarment back on and went to her writing desk where he sat down and blotted her quill with ink.