Hermione watched, enjoying all the newly discovered angles of his face, wondering idly if he’d moan if she were to trail her fingertips along them. She’d never taken the time to consider Draco Malfoy in a sexual way, given that he’d just been a talking blur at the far end of a table for the last several months, but it would seem that the line between frustration and sexual frustration was drawn at being able to appreciate his cheekbones.  