            Hermione launched to her feet, hating the way he didn’t even flinch, didn’t step back. Lucius just stood.  Stared down. Smirked. "We were never anything." Hermione shouldered past him. But with nowhere else to go, lest she wake Sirius, Hermione found herself trapped in the room. She faced the dresser, studying the plain, carved designed. "Nothing real."