Malfoy studied her eyes so intensely that he didn’t even blink. Hermione thought he would deny her argument, that he would try to demean her words somehow, but his eyes slithered to the chaotic mess of her hair. Hermione didn’t realize they’d gotten so close, that their bodies now were front to front, that all Malfoy needed to do was lift his hand slightly, and his finger wrapped around her brown curl.