Stepping up to the bars to face her, Malfoy looked like a ghost. He was wearing a dark grey jumpsuit; his lean yet muscular body towered over her. Malfoy’s icy hair and pale skin contrasted with the darkness around them. Not wanting to look him directly in the eyes, but knowing she would have to, Hermione took another cautious step forward. She didn’t ever recall being so close to him before. Standing within inches of him, she breathed in his scent which seemed to be of mahogany and teakwood. She also thought she could hear his heartbeat, but then she realized it was her own echoing in her ears.