Ignoring the sniggering from the corners of the room they stepped forward. Draco bowing and Hermione curtseying so low she practically sat on the floor. From Hermione's face it was clear she was trying to out do Pansy’s low bow. She looked up at the Dark Lord who gave her an approving smirk as she stood. A cold shiver ran down Draco’s spine. He did not like the way Hermione and the Dark Lord looked at each other, there was something there that lingered on the edges of admiration.