"Fine! I concede!" she said, laughing under pillow-blows. He dropped the pillow and grinned at her, and there was such playfulness in it, such sparkle, and it hit her like a physical blow, all at once: that this was a side of Draco Malfoy that she’d hoped to see one day, and here it was, finally, exceeding all her expectations. She could do nothing but smile moonily at him for a moment, while he blew at his own forehead to move his hair out of his eyes.