Thankfully, he had a firm enough grip on her that the chances of her accidentally taking a tumble were fairly low; the short distance helped too, giving him little reason to break the kiss in order to relocate them, as he might have had to do if they'd wanted to go anywhere else. He only had a couple of inches on her, he was realising now, but he was apparently realising quite a lot of things: with them just standing there, he wouldn't have noticed her figure quite as much, nor her height, nor the general plushness of her lips beneath his.

Draco couldn't help the pleased curve that tugged at the corners of his mouth when she rocked into his hand just a little. It didn't need to be much, not when such a tiny hitch spoke volumes, encouraging him to keep up the brush of his fingers against her skin. His mouth dropped away from hers when they found the wall, dropping to nip a kiss against the underside of her jaw; his hand continued its steady progression upwards, skimming across her stomach lightly.