Draco never trusted his strength overly much. It would be fun to try and hold her up, but it would be even more fun to just pin her between the wall and himself. He grazed his teeth against her throat, gentle and thoughtful, as though he was testing a variety of things to see exactly what she liked, how she reacted to everything he did.

A chuckle escaped him at the way she jumped under his touch, almost like she was ticklish. He'd have to find out, when he wasn't quite so intent on exploring every inch of her body. Or perhaps when he was intent on doing so in a way that was slightly less lust-driven. He pressed into her wandering hand when she moved it beneath his shirt as well - he was more than a little ticklish himself, after all, but kept it quiet. Draco just nipped another kiss lower against her throat, his hand proceeding up to cup her breast firmly.

She'd find that his skin was rather soft - possibly too soft, but this was Draco, and everything about him appeared fairly well-manicured, so to speak - and warm to the touch. As far as muscle went, he had more than one might expect; he had, after all, played Quidditch. Still, it's all long and lean like the rest of him, well hidden by his general skinniness.