Malfoy's expression softened into a smirk. He placed one hand over hers to hold the satchel steady and peered down through the glass, the heat of his skin penetrating right to her core. Soft strands of blonde hair caressed her cheek as he peered down into the satchell. Heat flooded her neck at his nearness, the sudden aroma of his smell intoxicating her senses. The hand holding hers steady was soft but strong. The invisible string settled deep into her chest, content with his touch. She sighed, allowing her body to embrace the serenity while it lasted, while she wasn’t in control of her actions and could blame it on the bubbling liquid in her glass. "Well? What do you think?" She asked him softly.