As Malfoy’s pointed face was tilted up haughtily, she noticed that puberty had started to do him some good. He was taller, lean but still structurally sound with wider shoulders. She had to admit his face was filling out rather nicely too, taking on a look more like his slimy (albeit attractive) father. Admitting such a thing twisted her gut in knots but she herself had eyes that worked like any other blooming teenage girl. She hated that she was even admiring his stupid mug right now. 