Even moving at a brisk pace, Hermione was only able to get a few dozen meters away from the tent before Draco stopped her by grabbing her arm. Unlike the men in her past who used to squeeze her limbs to a painful degree in order to get her to do as they wanted her, his touch was light, almost hesitant. He knew that she wasn't an enemy to be easily discounted. Free to use her magic or not, she could hurt him.