It was just their routine. Malfoy stood there in his Slytherin vest and tie as he always had for so many mornings now. But there was something inherently changed about him, too. His blonde hair was wispy; a few strands hung low over his glittering grey eyes as he also seemed to be concealing a smile. It was true he had already grown into his pointer facial features; there was no doubt he was handsome, but the way he angled his body to look down upon her was downright enchanting.