"No, not really. And for Merlin's sake, just leave it, Malfoy," she ordered as if she were Mrs Weasley bossing the children around, slapping at the hand Malfoy was trying to unroll his stubborn sleeve with, without even thinking twice about it. "I've seen it now, and it's not like I didn't know it was there." He ignored her and she had to actually grab his hand – her fingers curling around his warm ones – and yank it down. "Honestly, you're just being irritating. Leave it."