She wanted to do it before, but she needed him to scream, or they would’ve known something was wrong. But she couldn’t get past what she had done. Her heart pounded, threatening to jump straight out of her chest. Her eyes were dark, her body felt heavy, but her veins were thrumming with power. She risked a glance to Draco, he looked...she wasn’t sure. He looked horrified, turned on, impressed, surprised, disappointed. If there was a description of it, it fit. It was utterly unreadable, as if he was flickering through his own feelings and trying to determine one that fit.