She whipped around as if expecting the man to grab her now and drag her away. Her heart was beating a thousand times a minute, and she felt like she was going to be sick. Malfoy’s eyes flashed in recognition and he sprang into action, dragging her by her hand through the crowd towards the back door that emptied onto a patio. Had it been summer, the patio would have been teeming and active, but the autumnal weather was just dreary enough that London’s populace kept to the warmth of indoors. 