Between the pair of them, some sort of levitation was practically inevitable. Draco was grateful that she'd done the hard work there, though, since it simply freed up the rest of his attention: he could focus on the feeling of her body against his, on her legs wrapped around his waist like that, on her core pressed against his length. All it took was that one little word, and he shifted a little, drawing his hips back enough that he could guide himself properly against her, catching her mouth for a rough kiss as he slid home, thrusting within her with a muffled groan.