She wasn't nearly as strong as her teacher. He was several inches taller and outweighed her by several stone. There were tricks to competing with an opponent of a larger size. He'd been pleased when she was able to catch him off-guard enough to kick him in the back of his knee. Antonin went sprawling to the ground. Just as she was threatening to grow a little too cocky in celebration, his hand grabbed her ankle and he pulled her on top of his body. She hadn't been entirely innocent in the ways of men. There had been a few stolen encounters in the privacy of the castle with Viktor and then with Cormac. Seeing his eyes grow almost black and feeling the swelling in his trousers, Hermione knew that she held her own sort of power over the man. His voice grew deeper and husky.