His fingertips lightly brushed her forearm. Goosebumps prickled up on the skin he touched. Seeming to sense that he was making her nervous, Draco grinned, and moved even closer. Her brain began to muddle, just as it always did when he was near. She could rarely think clearly when he was near enough that she could smell the scent of his expensive cologne. Reminiscent of the times that she grew confused about her surroundings or her memories, she felt fuzzyheaded in his close proximity. Was she under a spell? Or was it something much less sinister?