Draco watched as Granger became deathly still under the tightening grip of the Devil’s Snare. As she relaxed, so did the bindings. He grinned as he watched her. Intellectually she knew she couldn’t move or try to escape the bindings by force. But he loved watching the fire dance in her eyes as she struggled to hold herself back. Granger had always had the most expressive features. He loved to watch her rage boil up behind her perfect façade. It was like a gift when he could get a release from her. Those moments when her composure slipped left lasting imprints on his nearly perfect memory.