Malfoy looked sure as ever and took two measured steps toward Hermione. He stood close– so close she could feel his warmth. The smell of cedarwood enveloped her, what she knew to be his soap from the many mornings she’d entered the bathroom after his shower. Malfoy reached a hand around into the curls at the nape of her neck, his other hand cupped her jaw. His hand left a trail of heat where it touched her bare skin. 