The rain was sliding down Malfoy’s hair, face, robes and broom. The boy was securely attached to his broom, and his trunk and face were tilted to one side, so that he could see her clearly. It was the first time he had looked at her since the match had started. Hermione, feeling the rain falling directly on her face and eyes, blinked awkwardly and tried to get a better look at him, holding her forearm as a barrier. Draco’s eyes locked onto hers. His face was completely undaunted. After scrutinising her eyes, flicking his own gaze from one to the other a couple of times, he straightened his trunk and simply flew away, off in an unknown direction.