Fleur stiffened at his approach. She weaved her arm around Hermione's waist, tugging her a little closer. The need from the first night filled her bones again and she longed for wings of her own so she could snatch up her fiancée and fly back home. If she were truly a dragon then Tom would stumble back from her and he would be no threat. With a flick of her tail, he would be sent sprawling into the wall of his own castle. But, alas, Tom was not being crushed against a wall and Fleur was no dragon.