Draco thought her lips were pink and delicate and even as he kissed her arm and hand. He knew that come hell or high water, or even torrential rain, he would taste those pink, rosebud lips before the day was done. Her lips really did remind him of a rose… pink, slightly open, engaging and delicate. He was sure they were just as sweet. The old adage about a rose by any other name and all that rubbish came to mind, but it left his brain just as easily as it came when he answered the call to kiss her by placing his lips next to hers and pressing down gently.