It camouflages the momentary stumble just right, and opens the door for an opportunity to be smug right back at him which she really appreciates him giving her. There's something wildly beautiful about this moment alone.

She's sitting on the floor of his living room, nearly naked except for his shirt, with him still crouching (very athletic of him) by her side. There are faint marks of her kisses and her nails against his skin, and she knows that her hair must be a mess from all that she was writhing last night. They've not showered since before the party that brought this whole thing on, and there's a hole in the pit of her stomach that could be identified as hunger-for-breakfast.

But in observing this moment, and in Draco brushing her hair behind her ear, it's a different kind of hunger that awakens, sudden and undeniable. She doesn't give him much warning, and doesn't ask first if it'll be welcomed. Instead, she sets the book down gently and reaches up to brush his hair behind his ear too, curling her hand over the back of his neck and tugging him towards her.

"I liked the sound of that," she says, before kissing him.