Oh gods, good. He isn't just lying there, valiantly enduring her proximity and touches. She doesn't realise she's been nervous about that part until he touches her, the simplest graze along her arm sufficing to make her relax the tension in her shoulders.

"I'm not," she murmurs, and runs her fingertips up a sensual line along his spine. "Done with you. I'm not really the one and done type, and I don't sleep with people I despise. I'd think that, you know, after enduring a whole war and all, we're owed more than just hateful fucks."

She leans back enough to catch his eyes, taking in the dishevelled state of him. Post orgasm Draco Malfoy is quite a sight.

"I'll say it clearly now that we're not distracted by... you know." Sex. "I've wanted to do this for a while."