Esme stood up from the table and Mr.Malfoy walked over towards her- his eyes falling down to her lips. She took a step closer, standing before him as his tall figure towered over her petite frame. His hand reached out for her cheek, caressing her skin, and she leaned into his palm- finding comfort within his touch. The silver in his hues was solid this time. "If you leave for a month aga-" she started in a hushed tone.