Malfoy sees her staring as he walks over and drops his wand into her lap, muscles shifting and sliding under his skin as he backs away a step or two and stretches unselfconsciously. He presses a hand to a deep bruise at the right of his abdomen as he rolls his shoulders back, and eyes her cautiously. "Granger?" She blinks and looks away, her arms loosening their death grip on her middle, an exhale sinking out of her. She feels small and tense.