Hermione felt like a live wire, everywhere he touched burned in the best way. Somewhere, somehow, she knew it was her magic. Somehow, she knew  their  magic was mingling in the air, a barely visible shimmer surrounded them. It was as if they were on the precipice of something big and had just not yet reached the tipping point. She felt closer to Malfoy than she had ever before, almost as if she could tangibly feel the depths of his feelings for her in that moment through their bond. 