You were sat on Draco’s lap in the Slytherin common room, his chest against your back as you giggled, looking up at him as you played with his hair. A small smirk was plastered across Draco’s lips as he looked down at you, at the smile on your lips. You continued giggling, leaning your head back to see where your hands were in his hair, before you could’ve sworn you suddenly felt his hands cup your breasts.