Draco wasn't in the mood to argue with her. Instead of agreeing to her wishes, he knelt on the floor next to his captive, forcibly opened her mouth with one hand, and poured the potion down her throat with the other. The moment she sputtered and threatened to spit the disgusting fluid from her mouth, he was there to hold her mouth shut until she swallowed. Almost instantly the effects of the liquor dissipated. Hermione pushed the wizard's hands off of her to continue to lay on the floor, stewing in her own anger and disappointment. Why did he even care what she did or where she went? What was so important about her that he bothered at all? She couldn't understand his motivations for anything. She wished he would disappear forever and leave her alone.