"You bastard!" Hermione hissed at him, her hand whipping out to slap him. Draco caught her wrist and she so slapped him with her left hand; not as hard as she could with her right, but still hard enough to make a sharp cracking sound, and leave his cheek blossoming with red. He hissed at the pain, and recoiled a step. Reddened cheek dark in the dim light coming through the louvre door, expression shocked, her arm still clamped outstretched in his too-hard grip. She glared at him.