The snowy white colour of his skin looked healthier than she had ever seen before. He looked like he was sculpted by the gods not a single mark on his skin. The very definition of perfect. His white skin glistened in the light, along with his eyes. The silver specks were clearly evident. Her eyes moved down to his lips, the pinkish colour slightly crimsoned. He then bit down on his lip, suppressing a laugh that was eager to come out. Mr.Malfoy opened his mouth to say something but closed it as she looked away from him. From the corner of her eye, she watched him move towards a bookshelf near the end of the library, her feet stalked forward following him. She admired the way he walked, with elegance and power. His shoulders were upright, head held up high. He looked like a literal god.