Professor Dawson walked closer to Hermione’s desk, and Draco had to grip the edge of the desk to keep himself in place. His knuckles whitened, jaw set rigid. The professor stopped just a few inches away from Hermione, looking down at her. She, too, involuntarily leaned back, sharply turning her head to the side. Her gaze crossed with the professor, her auburn hair twitched with the movement of her head as she swallowed nervously. A wicked smirk played on the professor's lips, darkening his expression.