"Malfoy...don’t," she replied through gritted teeth. She was tired and frustrated, the last thing she needed was a conversation with the git who was invading her dreams. He was silent. She glanced down out of the corner of her eye and watched him slice the ginger ... his hands were long and strong looking, the action was graceful and she had to smother a gasp at the image of his hands doing something much more interesting. She snuck a quick look at his face and saw his brow furrowed in concentration. 