Almost immediately Draco's body flew over the back of the sofa, knocking over a small table with it. Hermione looked up to see her husband standing just steps away with his wand outstretched and his face contorted into an expression that would've made any normal person very afraid. Draco only laughed. Even as he lay in a heap on the floor with Antonin ready to kill him with a simple flick of his wrist, he continued to laugh, reminding her more and more of the deranged man he was the day in Rodolphus" guest room.