Malfoy’s eyes slid to Hermione’s, and something about the way they burned into hers, red-raw and bare around the quicksilver-coloured irises, wrenched the air right out of her. It pulled her back to the manor when he refused to tell Bellatrix that this was Harry Potter himself on his knees in front of her, watching them widen into silver discs in panic as she’d been dragged away. 