She scoffed, hoping to clear the tremor she could feel like a physical force trying to work its way into her voice. "Please. Spare me. I see you're not ill and I've wasted my time. I'll just be on my merry way. Mustn't keep my date waiting, after all." She stood, making a show of brushing herself off, and turned towards the door. She hoped, prayed to every god she knew, that he would stop her. Needed him to be the one to break this standoff. She reached for the doorknob to leave when the telltale flash of a colloportus charm stopped her, quite literally, from yanking the door open. She felt a thrill shoot through her, from foot to crown, at the implication: the proof that Draco didn't want her to leave. She started to turn with a huff and a put-upon frown when she was backed bodily into the locked door. She hadn't even heard him move. Hadn't felt his approach. And now a thrill of an entirely different sort ran through her as the full length of him pressed against her. This wasn't the reaction she had been expected, but one she wasn't displeased to have gotten.