She reached out a hand to finally grab the shiny Snitch and stood up, determined. She felt the nervous little ball flutter softly in her hand. She regained some of her usual poise as her legs supported her. She put a hand to her chest, and forced herself to relax. She had been nervous at the proximity of Malfoy for fear that it was a trap. That he meant to do something treacherously bad to her. That was just it. It was just that. Her body was smarter than her conscience, and it had activated as much adrenaline as possible for a, perhaps necessary, quick escape. Okay, that sounded better.