She closed her eyes tiredly, as she allowed herself to sigh in content, a small smile curving her full lips upwards, letting her hands to languidly trace nonsense kind of patterns along his chest, her finger tickling against his skin shamelessly; her index finger begining to wrap a thin, blonde strand around itself.
Draco Malfoy stared as she smiled and leaned comfortably against his touch, feeling her smooth cheek pressing his his palm delicately. He took the chance to remove a thin, coffee coloured strand away from her face, loving the silky sensation against his fingertips, the sensation of her hands caressing his skin.
''Malfoy...''- she called out, as she looked up at him, for her dark eyes to reach his grey gaze. There they were, leaning beside eachother, her small frame pressed to his larger one, as his hands memorized every inch of skin they could reach, almost tenderly, careful not to hurt her with his oversized, almost clawed nails.
''Hmnh?'' was his only response. He was too lazy to even prevent her from speaking, and doing the inevitable question she, of course, was going to ask. Couldn't expect less of her, after all. She would ask, and then he'd have to leave, the warm, quite comfortable place in what he'd decided it'd be his side of the bed, leave her there, all glorious in her lack of clothes, her long legs entwined with his, and the silk sheets, wrapped around her bare form...He'd have to leave, being unable to formulate a coherent, or even sincere response. For fuck's sake, couldn't she just-... NOT ask that? Remind silent? Enjoy the moment? Of course not. It was Granger. What idiotic ideas he was having, he had no clue. He parted his fine lips to bring more air to his lungs, and simply looked into her eyes, waiting for the inevitable. Yes, her unpoliteness and brutal honesty was one of the reasons he loved her. Her inhuman urge of always telling, and asking for the truth. But he'd had to leave, and he'd hate her for that.
'Could you please move your leg a bit? I'm being left without space here.' She said, simply.
'Granger, you can't ask much of me-...' he began. Wait. WAIT. What?
'Honestly, Malfoy is your ass THAT fat? Just move'
'How DARE you?' he demanded, pretending to be offended. No harm done. Except his ego, but, it could take that blow, just for this time. 'I have the body of a God. EROS himself is jealous of my beauty'
He stared, once again, as she arched a thin brow in disbilief, and suddenly a sharp pain creeped along his leg. Ouch. OUCH goddamnit. She had kicked him. Which made him remove the leg, which was replaced by hers. 'Thank you.' she stated, as she rested her head on the space between his shoulder and his neck, apparently decided to fall asleep.
Okay; a broken leg, and his ego struck. This could have been much worse, indeed. The young, blonde man blinked down at his lover, as expresion came back to normal; bored, serious, and with a hint of insanity. Draco sighed, wrapped his arms around her possesively, and rested his strong chin on the top of her dark head, simply deciding that is was too early to argue, and, without having slept in all night, it was better to let it go, including thoughts of new, inimaginable kinds of tortures for others who even dared in looking at her in a way he didn't aprove. With this, he fell asleep, dreaming of world domination, and other kind of nasty, quite disturbing things that he would be doing to his current roomate later that day.