"This is an exchange, Hermione, and not a particularly challenging one. Give and take, and now it’s your turn. Say my name." With a slight shake of his head Malfoy edged back away from her, arms loosening their iron grip around her legs as the weight of her body shifted back under her own power. Everything felt hazy except the thought of him stopping—that was  unbearable. His retreat tore a cry she didn’t recognize from her throat.