Blinking back the tears that were starting to form, I allowed my eyes to close. Mr. Malfoy's silver eyes immediately came into view. My breathing hitched at the thought of him, his panicked expression the night of my nightmare. Scorpius's words drowned out as I continued to replay my moment with his father. I was sure Mr. Malfoy hated me. I had been rude with my words. But I couldn't stop thinking about the way he taught me to breathe, to control it rather than having to count to ten. The thought of his white shirt hugging his body and the outline of his abs sent butterflies to my stomach.