The cool air blowing across Hermione's bare skin sent a shiver through her entire body. Goosebumps erupted everywhere Draco's intense scrutiny followed. She was no innocent maiden unused to the pleasures of the flesh. No, she was about as far from one of those as it was possible to be. Still, despite her extensive experience with a myriad of differing wizards and even a few witches here and there, she couldn't remember the last time that she felt such excitement in witnessing a hungry gaze. He wasn't hiding how much he desired her, and somehow, the simple primal act of showing his true emotions in the heated moment affected her more than it should. It went against their training to be so expressive. One of the first lessons a good Death Eater learned was to temper and hide their emotions and their deepest desires. To push his training aside in the moment was no small act.