Hermione felt the hysterical urge to laugh as Draco yelped with pain and tried to recoil from her without letting her wriggle free. She stared up at him, glaring and furious. How did everything always go so terribly wrong? Her breath came in short gasps, and between her ragged breaths and his weight crushing her against the shelves, her ribs ached and her half-healed bruises throbbed. She had just wanted to talk to him.