Her lack of farsightedness had spared her the knowledge that at some point in the last several years Draco Malfoy had grown into himself and then some. Given that they never came within a few feet of each other, she had been blessedly ignorant of just how handsome he was. He had sharp, angular cheekbones, and his dark eyes and lashes made his grey eyes stand out starkly against his pale skin. He also had the cleanest, shiniest hair of anyone in the room with nary a speck of dandruff to be seen, his nails were all neatly manicured, and his robes excruciatingly well-tailored. 