Malfoy’s eyes were widened, focused on the goal, wild and destructive, his pupils blown out, and Hermione loved every single expression of pure pleasure that appeared on his face. His bodily stance emanated such power she felt physically drawn to him like a rose is instinctively drawn to the sun. He must’ve felt her stare because he stopped abruptly in the middle of another Cruciatus and turned to her, his eyes dark and gleaming.