"Footsteps. People are coming. You – you need to stay down here, you understand me, Granger? Stay down. Don't draw any attention to yourself – it won't do any fucking good. Yeah? Stay fucking down." He fixes his gaze on her – burning bright and silver and Hermione almost forgets to agree, and then she nods swiftly and hurriedly as the lock in the door turns, and Malfoy moves quickly away from her, standing before the door his face and posture assuming arrogance and irritation. It's a transformation that makes him look entirely different, and Hermione blinks at it in startlement as she huddles down as he'd ordered her to. And then two large, solid men shuffle into the room, filling it up. They look enough like their sons that Hermione recognises them.