"Like what you see?" he inquired. "Yes," she said simply. Draco rolled the sleeves of his shirt up to his elbows, his eyes never leaving hers. He walked up to her slowly, allowing his gaze to brazenly run down the length of her body. "And?" Another step and he was standing just in front of her, less than an arm's length away. "Do you intend to do something about it?"

Malfoy leans in, and I fancy I'm about to get welcomed. I catch a whiff of his personal scent; something like vanilla and...boy. Yum. "We don't have all day," he informs me, "Have a seat or leave but don't just stand there, looking like an idiot." Right.