Nothing belongs to me.
LXXXIV: Standing Still
She had forgotten how tall Draco was - taller than her - and she was forced to accept this now as he towered over her.
Ginny could feel his breath on her eyelids as well as his rapid heart rate under her fingers.
Her eyes widened, and all words failed her as their eyes met. She swallowed, for her mouth was strangely dry.
He swayed dangerously, and she suddenly remembered his fragile state. He would have toppled over if it hadn't been for her hands which flew to his waist, steadying him.
She smiled weakly, gazing again bravely into his stormy grey eyes.
Ginny wondered if he too felt the swooping sensation in his stomach, like she did.
It would probably explain why he had placed a hand on her cheek, and why he was now leaning in closer – closer.
And why she wasn't doing anything to stop him.