Never mind that she could probably push past him without much issue at all. Draco might have been tall, but he certainly wasn't burly; there was clearly muscle hidden beneath that t-shirt, but it was lean. Nothing about this interaction was even remotely near subtle anymore, with their intents thinly veiled. Draco knew it, and Devi certainly seemed to know it.

He didn't even bother responding verbally that time, instead moving to brace himself at the top of the bag again as he leaned in, closing what little distance remained between the pair of them so he could press his mouth to hers, intent on kissing that coy little grin right off.