She couldn't form words, her voice completely gone and her throat sore from yelling. He stared into her eyes, capturing her gaze once more as she looked back, taking a note of his face. There on top of her lay the owner of Victrola. He was still wearing the same attire when she stole the elixir, so she couldn't have possibly been passed out for more than a couple of hours. Her heavy breaths ghosted across his face. She caught herself falling into the depths of his eyes but this time they weren't black, Hermione's brows furrowed. There was something different about him, she was mistaken before. No, instead his eyes were storms of grey with silver linings. They were cold and unnerving. She had seen those eyes before but couldn't place where. He noticed the small change of expression on her face, and broke their gaze, glancing down to her blood-stained lips. Hermione watched as a piece of his hair escaped from the mask and dangled across her face, from up close she could see the fine silky strands better. Her heart skipped a beat and her breathing hitched. His hair matched his eyes. Platinum blonde.