Malfoy scowled at her, but didn't deny it. His expression spoke volumes though; he looked like nothing so much as a scalded cat for a moment. And then he deliberately straightened in his seat, ran a hand over his hair, adjusted his robes, and finally fixed her with a completely composed, contemplative stare. Hermione shifted uncomfortably as his eyes raked intently over her, a little twinge sparking up betwixt her thighs in response. His expression turned vaguely triumphant as she pressed her thighs hard together, as if he could tell.