She returned to her seat at Hermione's side - the English witch looking up so she could press a kiss to soft lips. Krum groaned but still couldn't move to get away. He was transfixed by the scene in front of him. Hermione rested her head on Fleur's shoulder, humming lightly as the Veela inspected her nails. It looked almost domestic had Hermione not been covered in his blood after she had cut into him with a Muggle blade. It would have been cute had Fleur not been grinning like the predator that she was, all teeth and no friendliness as she glanced back at her prisoner.