Draco's never remembered more of the day she moved in than the sight of the front hall of Malfoy Manor swamped with boxes upon boxes.
"All this from the woman who insisted she didn't have more that three pairs of shoes," he said in mock amazement.
She grinned unrepentantly and snaked a hand up around his neck. "I lied."
"That's awfully Slytherin of you."
"Mmm," she murmured against his lips. "Let the house elves unpack, and come take it out of my hide."
"With pleasure." But he'd gotten a little perverse sense of satisfaction from making love to her in a broom closet instead of in a bedroom. After all, he wasn't about to encourage her behavior.
Though he'd buy her an entire new wardrobe if she kept scraping her nails down his back and moaning breathily like that.