"What are you up to, Malfoy?" She took in the books and notes strewn all over the table. The fire light played and flickered on her shoulder, down her spine; it cupped the cheeks of her butt, caressed her thighs. Flames contoured her knees and her shins and made her skin glow. He thought, "you’re beautiful." She was startled when she caught him staring, then her face turned shrewd. Her arm swept across his mess, "what are you up to?"