She turned away, seconds from striking, and opened her eyes. Her hand froze midway. Hermione was looking at their reflection in one of the mirrors and so was Draco. He was still, his expression calm and contained. She felt her body go limp, as it set aflame. There was a loud clatter when metal collided with marble that echoed through the suddenly silent room. Hermione stumbled away from him. Her eyes raced from the dagger on the floor to her hands and to Draco’s face.