Oh Merlin, Hermione thought frantically, her tongue darting out to wet her lips, eyes locked to Malfoy's as she did so. Malfoy's breath hitched and his pupils swamped his eyes, blotting the pale grey with black, and he hovered there scant inches away from her as though he wanted to just snap and kiss her. As though he was debating whether or not to... Hermione lost her train of thought as his hand came up and his fingertips brushed feather-light over her shoulder.