Hermione reached out with a gasp and took his hand in hers – it was cold despite the heat of the insulated basement in the height of summer – turning it over and running her forefingers along the inside of his palm. He yanked his hand away from her, but not before she was able to feel to moisture collecting on his skin. She narrowed her eyes at his, noting that they weren't actually dark as she had previously thought. His pupils were dilated so much so that his – blue she would have guessed standing this close to him – irises were entirely obscured.