"Don't take him. Please. Cho. Malfoy hasn't done anything wrong. He's on our side, for Merlin's sake! You don't have to!" Frustration and fury clog Hermione's throat and make her heart gallop, thundering wretched and hard. She feels an absurd longing for their room in the mansion; just her and Malfoy, alone, in a bubble of fragile safety. She's been institutionalised, Hermione thinks hysterically. She wants her cell back. Oh god. A sob hitches out of her.