"So I’ll see you later then," Hermione offered and Draco nodded acknowledgement, eyes sliding slowly up her body to meet hers and holding them for a long, long few seconds, before turning and sitting back down at the table. He calmly resumed eating his breakfast, and Hermione stared wild-eyed at him for a moment. The way he had looked at her made that feeling of compasses and iron filings come back, and it felt like all the blood was rushing to the surface of her skin; she felt hot and hyperaware of the cool draft on her bare legs. How did he do that?