He seemed to make a decision, and then his lips twitched in that way she had learned meant he was trying not to smirk, and he laid sex off the s in her snow. Hermione stared at it and two spots of red flared on her cheekbones. And his x was on a triple letter score, damn him. This put him in the lead. She scowled and scribbled down 26 in his column and Draco watched her like he thought she might cheat and fudge the numbers. She couldn’t meet his eyes. Sex. All right, so it was a word, but it seemed somehow inappropriate.