Draco Malfoy practically ran into her cell; he did not hesitate for a single second before pressing himself against her, his hands against the wall on either side of her head. Hermione held her breath. What was he doing? He didn’t look like himself somehow, and yet he was unmistakably Malfoy. He leant into her, pressing his face to the crook of her neck and... sniffed. Godric save her. Why the fuck was Malfoy sniffing her? Maybe she’d already gone mad. She didn’t dare move an inch. Something about him screamed danger. This was clearly not the same boy she had gone to school with, but she was somehow less afraid than her senses told her she should be. 