His eyes blazed at her, finally giving her the level of emotion that she had been searching for in his face during their entire argument, and she pursed her lips defiantly at him. Did he dare strike her back? No. Draco raised his own hand to his cheek, a nasty red welt already forming, and said nothing else as he stormed out of the room. For the first time in what felt like hours, Hermione took a deep breath. Her muscles buzzed with energy, but her mind went numb from the laborious fight.