"Hello Golden Girl, did you miss me that much?" Malfoy's eyes gleamed brightly with mirth, his arms held her steady, and the end of his nose brushed her own softly as they stood only a few inches apart. His face was so close to hers that if she just leaned in another centimetre their lips would touch, she stared at them longingly, forgetting the room full of students as she succumbed to his scent. Blood rushed into her ears, pounding aggressively from the apparition and the feel of his breath as it skated across her lips.