And then everything stopped. The whole world stopped. Or at least Draco was convinced of it. Because he, certainly, was completely petrified, and that couldn’t be normal. His mind went blank as if it were a blackboard that had been wiped clean. He was only able to notice that he was still holding on to his broom with both hands, panting uncontrollably from the exertion of the race. And he could also feel Granger’s hand against his chest. And he could see her face, less than an inch away from his.