"That's quite enough!" said Madam Malkin sharply, looking over her shoulder for support. "Madam — please —"Narcissa Malfoy strolled out from behind the clothes rack."Put those away," she said coldly to Harry and Ron. "If you attack my son again, I shall ensure that it is the last thing you ever do." Hermione stared bitterly at Draco, wanting to slap the smug look off his face as she did 3 years ago prior as he tried to get Buckbeak executed. Remembering that just angered Hermione further, but she would not encourage Harry and Ron to act on their raised wands, no matter how much she wanted them to. Instead, Harry and Narcissa were exchanging unpleasantries towards each other, making Madam Malkin's skin drain of blood.