"It's okay," she says weakly to Malfoy, and then pulls her hand back, squeezing it discreetly into a fist to get rid of the lingering feel of his skin on hers – warm and dry and soft, it wasn't unpleasant, but... Well, it feels strange. She looks down at the box instead of at him – she can feel his eyes on her – and reaches out, dragging it over toward her.