"I call that bullshit, love." Hermione's mind felt numb of all emotions she felt at that moment. She never thought that this would take them here. He used her short period of immobility and with the flick of his wrist summoned a knife, its sharp blade illuminated from the firelight. Draco gripped it hard, coming close to her and grabbed her arm, Hermione's palm facing upwards. "W-What are you doing ?" Her nervous question didn't slow him down. She still trusted him and a small part of her knew what he was doing and she let him.