Draco was stubbled – but it looked quite good, Hermione had to admit – and his hair needed a good wash, his clothes smelt faintly of sweat, and he was definitely still too thin. But Hermione looked at him and saw his eyes, luminous in the dim light as he looked at her without a trace of malice, his lips not sneering but smiling at her faintly but genuine. He seemed suddenly far too appealing and she realised she had been just staring at him silently, and blinked rapidly, cleared her throat. Draco did similar, both of them equally uncomfortable it seemed, and Hermione’s heart thudded hard. Hermione shook her head and made her mind focus.