Harry stares at her, looking at the sheen of sweat on her skin, the smudging of her make-up around her grey eyes. A stray piece of hair blows into her face and sticks to her lip gloss. Harry pulls his hand out of his pockets and reaches up, Draco's eyes flicker with warning for a moment, but Harry gently pulls away the strand with a single finger and tucks it away behind her ear without ever touching her skin. 