Malfoy and Theo were ahead of Harry and Hermione, quietly chatting as they walked. She had taken full advantage of the view in front of her as they had walked with the internal reassurance that she couldn’t possibly be caught staring this time. She had to keep her eyes trained on the man in front of her to ensure she didn’t get separated from the group, obviously. She probably should have focused more on the direction they were moving than the movements of muscles and tendons flexing and stretching in casual movement underneath Malfoy’s tight long-sleeved shirt. But that was just semantics. 