Lady Malfoy was much softer in comparison—a gentler angle to her forehead and a slightly-upturned, pointed nose. Her full lips with their delicate bow, her cheekbones high, her jawline a graceful slope. There were two frown lines at the start of each brow, nigh invisible, but faintly etched there. He had never noticed them until the first time they’d kissed. He’d never been so close to her up until that point, and had been struck and honored by the privilege of her intimacy. By now, it was a recurring thing—one he was most grateful for.