It was strangely unfamiliar. Shouldn’t it be familiar? Ron had been steady, unwavering—but available, easy, in a way Draco was not. Draco felt... different. Demanding. His gaze pulled at her, dragged her into his orbit, his gravity. He made her want to fight, curl her fingers into him and grasp, pull him right back. He made her want to tease him until his grin was sharp as daggers.