His eyes flicked to Hermione as if for permission before he answered Ginny, and she couldn't help but drop her eyes, seized by a sudden mortified shyness. She was still reeling from the fact that Malfoy had nearly kissed her – she was sure of it, and she needed some time to process that and figure out what in Merlin's name it meant before she sat down and had breakfast with him, Ginny, Harry, and James. Her face felt horribly hot and she had to resist the urge to kick Ginny under the table for inviting Malfoy, or to flee before things got even more awkward. She buried her face in her coffee, pulse thundering, hot all over and still trying to quell the arousal that Malfoy's near-kiss had provoked in her. God, please let him say no, she begged silently.