He caressed her wrist again once more before letting it go, then shoved his hands in his trousers. It was a defensive stance if she’d ever seen one. Hermione bit the inside of her cheek, suspended in the silence while she waited for his response. Malfoy, for his part, had retreated behind an impenetrable wall as he looked off to the side, through the small arrow eyelet from which a single ray of watery light floated. That single bit of light made the grey of his eyes look so silver they were nearly white. Pearlescent. Terrifying. 