"Brilliant?" The crazed laughter came back and Hermione dug the tip of her wand into the side of his neck. Draco’s eyelids fluttered shut. "Brilliant is he? Do you know what I am going to do to him when we’re gone? What I’m going to make him do? There are a lot of Muggle cities left, Potter. By tomorrow morning, you’ll be down by one." Her eyes hardened. "Unless you give me back my turner."