Just then, Draco meets his eye, and it's as though she's tugged on a leash permanently fastened to his insides, the way it instantly turns him into overexcited, jittery mush. The room is dark and he can only see her face clearly every few seconds when a light flashes over it, but even from this distance, she is merciless. Harry feels helpless when she raises her hand and beckons him closer. 