"Shit." The word broke her out of her revive, and her gaze moved up to Malfoy. He was flushed, the pink in his face a bizarre change from how pale and gaunt he normally looked. It was nice. His hair looked good too, unkempt and damp with sweat. He was looking down at her with a stunned expression, and she couldn’t help but preen a little. "Good, wasn’t it?"