Each time he wasn't looking, she would turn her head up slightly to take in his icy features. His eyes would open in close as he breathed in the cool air. His nostrils flared as it left his lips.When she wasn't admiring him, he would turn his head, peering down at her through his thick lashes. He watched the way she smiled as the snow fell and began to cover the gardens. Her heart would race each time their eyes would meet, making her feel all nervous on the inside.Mr.Malfoy didn't strike her as one to enjoy conversations. He tended to keep to himself, humming quietly. She, on the other hand, hated that. She wished he would talk to her for a small bit of time. Or at least answer her intrusive questions.