Draco was staring down at her, his pale eyes suddenly burning, although not as angrily as she usually saw them burn. Streaks of his blonde hair were falling into his forehead, making him look unusually unkempt, and Hermione’s insides responded to the sight of him by twisting into a tight knot. She was very much aware of his hand still holding her and of his body so close to hers that she could feel the heat radiating off of him. His other hand was suddenly in her hair, pulling it back lightly to tip her head upwards. He pulled on her arm again so their bodies were now touching.