"Follow me, please." She turned and Draco could do very little except follow her with dread in his stomach. Whatever reason could Dumbledore have for wanting to speak to him? At this particular time? Draco's mind began to run its course, but it always returned to Hermione with her closed eyes and pale lips, losing her hold on his robes. He had to push his hands into his pockets from wanting to hit something in the corridors.