"You clearly are feeling better," Malfoy said. "You should eat; I'll take you to breakfast." He strode out of the room. Hermione folded her arms and watched him leave. As soon as he disappeared around the corner, she felt a visceral tug to follow, her chest got tight, and her head swam. Fuck. She rolled off the bed and ran to the door, breathing easier with each step. Malfoy stood in the hallway, smirking as she leaned on the doorframe, panting and glaring at him. 