There was silence. Hermione heard a male snort to her right, and the sound of the quill being dropped onto parchment. She turned her face, in time to feel her heart drop to her stomach. Malfoy was striding towards her with long strides, his expression laden with aggressive impatience. The girl couldn’t bring herself to move. She could only watch him approach, seeing his height increase with every step he took. Completely unsettled. When he stood in front of her, shadowing her with his body, Hermione was forced to raise her own face so she could see his. If she looked straight ahead, she would find his hips barely an inch from her nose.