Draco let go of her wrist and Hermione pulled her arm back to her side, wanting to hold it where he had; she didn’t know why. It wasn’t like he had hurt her; it had felt nice, in fact. But now that patch of skin was tingling and she wanted to rub at it and scrub away the slight itch. She refrained and focused on Draco, on those cool grey eyes that roamed over her face and made her feel as if he was looking straight into her head.