Draco couldn’t fucking help it. His eyes were still drawn to her. The way she bounced lightly on the balls of her feet was achingly reminiscent of how she’d hold her hand up in transfiguration, her body  trembling  with knowledge. Only now, that knowledge was more closely guarded, hiding in the secret pools of her dark eyes. She doled it out on her whims alone, as she saw fit. Draco wondered at her confidence, her power. 