"Oh. No, thank you." Draco scratched at his cheek, a day's worth of beard growth rasping under his fingertips. He stared at Granger, examining her outfit (white blouse and dark pencil skirt), her hair (half up), and her lips (pink, the bottom darker from being pulled in and bitten). This close to rut, time was sluggish, and it was easy to get caught up in the details. He looked long enough for her to color and shift in her chair. 