Their eyes were inches away from each other as he narrowed them together, sending Dolohov a warning. From the top of the balcony where Esme was perched, she felt glued in place, watching the events unfold before her eyes. Dolohov tried to pull away, but Draco twisted his hand in his sleeve tightly, yanking him back towards him. A smirk broke out on his face, his upper lip curling.