Hermione hummed a succession of low notes, golden strands of Allure seeping outwards for a few seconds until Malfoy's gaze snapped to her, eyes glazed over ever so slightly. Hermione smiled at him - sickly sweet - as she leaned forward and dropped her voice to a low whisper. "She gave you an answer," She said," Leave. Go back to the Slytherin Table and forget that you ever attempted this."