He watches her, fascinated at the graceful lines of her body, the way she commands the room, so different than the Granger he knew and yet entirely the same in the calculating and cutthroat approach. With a nod from her, they both face their palms outward. Green light fills the room, and Draco bites back a moan at the force of the magic coursing through him, racing through his veins, and setting his soul aflame. A thud echoes through the room, and their magic vanishes.