He flinched again as her breath ghosted the shell of his ear. Priddy was several inches shorter than Draco, and the body Hermione wore—some Ministry nobody she had stunned and nicked hairs from weeks ago—was several inches taller than she was used to. Her eyes were blue, her hair blonde and short, her face unlined from the stress of years. But when Draco met her gaze, she felt seen. Exposed in a way that made her on edge and defensive.