The moment they arrived at the castle's front doors Malfoy stepped lightly from the wooden step and held out his hand once more for her to take. This time she watched the way his features morphed, he was staring down at where their hands would meet with apprehension coating his features. She slid her fingers softly into his outstretched palm and glanced from under her lashes at his expression. Her hand grew prickly, like dipping your toes into an icy lake, the feeling radiated across her body.