"I’m not your dog, Granger." Malfoy straightened up, setting his foot back onto the ground and took a step closer to her. A whiff of his cologne wafted towards her and, Merlin, he smelled delightful. Her eyes begged to close and just let herself bathe in the scent of Malfoy but she fought it and stared at him instead. "I should be the one pissed off, actually. You don’t invite someone to a wedding and then lock them in a room." 