Knowing that he wasn't likely to leave any time soon, Hermione settled back down on the sofa. Standing up for too long was making her dizzy. Yet again she cursed Rodolphus. How many more days would she have to look forward to her body turning against itself? She looked forward to killing him. Believing that she was somehow making an invitation for him to stay, Draco sat down next to her. The urge to curse him grew strong. Having him in the same room always made her feel unnerved and unsettled. Why did she allow the wizard to have such power over her?