Hermione stared at him, breathing angrily. She knew she should say something else, that she should protest, or maybe refuse, but she couldn’t. The whole thing was beyond any kind of logic her brain could process. She ended up sitting down on the broom and then looked back up at the boy, almost proudly. But she couldn’t help but show him with her gaze how surprised she was at his behaviour. But Draco looked impassive.