Her lips were brushing against his stubbled cheek before she realized she'd moved closer to him. It was chaste, nothing to be ashamed of, but she couldn't ignore the sudden burning in her own cheeks at her boldness. Draco's serious expression morphed into a full-blown grin that she was still having trouble getting used to seeing. There had been a time when she saw nothing but a scowl every time she looked at his face. If this was all part of his grand plan, his devious scheme, he was playing a convincing part. She knew it was unwise to let her guard drop for even a moment around another who had been taught at the knee of the same master.