Hermione worked quickly through the rest of the potion, not speaking to Malfoy, not looking at Malfoy, not thinking about Malfoy. He was there, a brooding presence at the side of her but he didn’t speak either, or look at her. She refused to think about what had just happened, how close she’d been to...well, that would be thinking about it. Malfoy just about saved their potion from the certain destruction she was about to put it through as yet again she remembered the way he’d grabbed at her jumper and pulled her to him. Eventually the lesson was over and she quickly charmed everything into her bag and took off. She wasn’t sure what she wanted but doing it in the middle of a potions lesson certainly wasn’t what she had in mind.