Eve narrowed her eyes as he got up. She wasn't surprised by his behavior; Draco often got up after they'd fooled around and wrote an Owl to someone. Just because she wasn't surprised by it anymore, didn't mean she found it normal behavior. What could he possibly be writing about? She watched him from the bed for several silent moments before getting up as well. She was sore, which she liked.
She slid into her panties and threw a tank top on, not worrying about the bra. "We'll see about that," she teased. Like hell she was going down on him after he pulled his little Owling stunt.
Eve toyed around with picking up a few things they'd knocked over on their quest to her bed, shooting him glances every now and then. She inched her way closer to the desk with silent steps until she was just beside him. He didn't seem to notice. It was then she struck. Eve reached down and snatched the parchment from the desk and spun away from him, hurrying to the bed.