Frightened. But not by his sudden closeness, nor by his aggressive words. But because of all the feelings that were tightening in her chest. From the way her heart was beating wildly, as if it had no room in her chest to do so. For the warmth she felt on the back of her neck. For the certainty that she was the reason he hadn’t caught that Snitch on the first try. Because of her brain’s determination to notice how attractive Malfoy looked at that moment. Hair soaked and dishevelled, sweaty, muddy, dripping with rain from head to toe. With an angry sneer on his face. With his feline eyes looking at her full of pride. Trying to convince her she was wrong.