Breathing heavily, Malfoy leaned his forehead against hers. His eyes were closed and his jaw tight, a deep frown marring his face and Hermione simply stared at him as he seemed to gathered himself. The emotions flashing across his pointy features were hard to pinpoint. On any other wizard, she would’ve thought it was a mixture of fear, worry, relief and frustration. And confusion. But this was Malfoy and there was no way he would be worried about her.