"Okay." She nods immediately, and Malfoy slides out his wand and mutters a sibilant, complex little spell. She feels the magic shiver over her; it soaks cool and tingling into her skin. Malfoy's eyes skim and skip over her as she slumps between him and the wall in a near daze, relishing the feel of magic on her skin. It feels far too good. She jerks to full awareness when his thumb drags over her cracked lips, trying to flinch back from him. "Don't," she says, blinking like an owl, watching him nervously, feeling trapped far too close to him. He bites his lip, looking apologetic but not saying it, something that worries her just a fraction lurking in his eyes. His body shifts against hers, and he hisses an inhale that he tries and fails to stifle. His cheeks flush slowly with colour.