"I like you well enough – when you’re not being an obnoxious, evil prick, you’re actually not unbearable," she said, an inelegant reassurance, and he grinned at her. Actually grinned. Just for a split second Draco’s eyes crinkled and one corner of his mouth pulled up into a lopsided, almost dorky grin that transformed him. And then it was gone, like clouds sweeping in front of the sun, and he was grey and cold once more.