Panting, both from fear and something else she refused to think about with Loki’s threatening presence trapping her against the windowpane, Hermione tried to think rationally. She was still so full of anger, and it was making thinking clearly difficult. She needed him to back away, to put space between them before she did something stupid, like use her wandless magic, or slap his pretty little face. Somehow managing to keep her composure, Hermione wet her lips and decided to play into her dark side for once, the side that she struggled to keep at bay while her soul was tethered to Loki’s.