"Have it your way." Draco’s words drifted menacingly through the tension, as he reached one hand back towards her, his magic slowly seeping into the air around them. By the time the icy sensation first hit her fingertips at the slightest touch of him, she could see the faintest hint of her breath hang in space in front of her as the temperature around him dropped. Of course, he’d been occluding, why hadn’t she realized that sooner? The briefest touch of their fingers behind his back, in a gesture of hidden comfort. 