Hermione’s mouth was dry and her mind felt like cotton. She managed to crawl the few steps until she reached the wizard. Apart from the fact that his cock was out, he was completely dressed. In dress robes. And dress shoes. She could feel Draco watching. Intently. His thoughts were whirring. She sensed him grow tense. Poised to jump up at any moment. She was already trembling from head to toe when she saw it. The glint of a blade in the stranger’s hand. He pulled her up by her hair and pressed the knife against her throat.