Malfoy held his hand out expectantly. He had not asked a question and didn’t appear to expect an answer. He waited, with a mischievous glint in his eye and smirk on his face until she stepped away from Brandon and discreetly wiped the sweat from her hand before placing it into his outstretched palm. She startled slightly at the first contact with his skin. His hand was freezing, as though he had just come inside from an hour-long snowball fight. Placing her hand in a respectful location on his elbow, he began guiding them away, leaving the man standing awkwardly alone behind them. 