No sooner than the words had come out of her mouth, Draco entered the room with a big smirk on his face, most likely hoping to have caught her and Snape in some sort of compromising position. If he had arrived not two minutes before, he probably would have. Friends did not touch each other the way Snape would touch her – even the lightest caress of his fingers brushing her curls behind her ear was intimate in a way she understood but was not familiar with.