Draco's fingers twitched around the neck of the bottle he held behind his back, and he stood frozen under the weight of her stare, like he was her prey waiting to be killed. She was beautiful and so fucking tempting, even thin and worn, her complexion pallid above her wheat-coloured jersey. The sight of her filled Draco's head with things he couldn't bear to think about. He clenched his jaw and made himself walk away.