She'd almost fallen backward in shock because for a glorious moment, she hadn't hurt at all.  In fact, she'd felt wonderful.  Every nerve had sung with happiness and she'd been suddenly struck by how perfect his hair looked. It fell over his glasses with an insouciance that Draco had never managed with his limp, blond locks no matter how many hours he spent in front of a mirror.  Poor Granger.  She hoped they had separate baths because, honestly, who wanted to fight her boyfriend for mirror time?  And Potter's eyes.  How had she never noticed they were the most vivid shade of green?  Most people who claimed to have green eyes had blue mixed with vanity and self-delusion, but his were truly green behind those glasses.  She'd noticed everything about him, but most surely she'd noticed she wasn't in pain.