"I’ll be fine, Harry. I promise," Hermione assured him, striding confidently through to the lounge. At least, she hoped she looked confident – she still felt shaky, and her heart was still racing. But she was determined. She marched around the end of the couch and stood in front of Draco Malfoy, who looked up at her with wide eyes. She could see a glint of fear and it gave her a feeling of power that she knew was wrong, but revelled in anyway. Surely that too would be understandable.