She knew the exact moment that she began "eye-fucking’ him as he so crudely referred to it. It was a Saturday afternoon a couple of weeks before his run-in with the modified curse and she had fallen asleep on the couch while reading when a crack of apparition woke her. Her eyes snapped open, scanning the room for danger. She found danger in the form of a very tall, half-dressed blonde in the center of her leaving room. She had blinked several times before she realized she was conscious and Malfoy was, in fact, in the middle of her living room, sweaty and shirtless. 