But then, she caught Malfoy’s gaze on the other side of the room and the world came into a halt. His eyes were burning, piercing, and just filled to the brim with silver. Hermione found herself unable to look away, even though the crowds of students surrounding them demanded their attention. No words passed between them, but Hermione never felt as connected to him as in this exact moment–as if there was some sort of a golden thread passing between them, a bridge snapping into place, and she was washed by a foreign feeling that maybe resembled basking in the moonlight.