He stalked around the bed, his eyes never leaving her as he began to undress. She had been right about Malfoy being taller than in school. But his height was not the only thing that had changed. He was much broader, more so than she had realised earlier in her cell. The bites and scratches had settled into silvery scars and she let her eyes trail over them. She was so absorbed in her assessment of him that she hardly realised he’d moved closer to her. 