Hermione lays her hand along Malfoy's cheek, conforming it to the shape of him, and his eyes lift to hers startled and glazed-intent, like he is trying to find her through a sea of fog. She sways in toward him unintentionally as he shifts on the bed and the landscape changes beneath her. A startled gasp and she is drunken and her reflexes are slow, and her nose is bumping against his before she can stop herself. She chokes a giggle, but his breath stutters in and his hand comes up to push gentle into the tangles of her hair, as if to push her back and steady her. And then there is electricity in the air, and her lungs suddenly feeling squeezed to nothing, her breath catching in her chest. His fingers curl deliberately and slowly, and his fingertips scrape light at the base of her skull.