Even with her eyes lowered, she can see his face now, a bit. See him studying her, even as he leans back in his chair to let Draco set a glass in front of him. Draco settles back into his own seat as Neville takes a long sip of his drink, eyes on her the whole time. It turns out her blood is not all between her legs as she’d thought – half of it seems to be in her face now. She must be bright red.