Draco just stared at her. Just stared, looking as dazed as she felt. His lips were kiss-swollen and darkened in the low light and parted with shocked confusion, and his hair was falling in his eyes. He always looked so horribly, awfully gorgeous, and Hermione felt a squirming, clenching feeling of desire, which now that it was unwelcome, only made her feel sickened and disgusted.