"Little man do you think you can just barge in when you please?" Hermione shuddered at the voice and hid behind Draco a little more clutching hard at his arm. "Just what did you bring though?" The thing speculated smugly. "Little bird, come here." Hermione felt like something tried to yank her towards the portrait despite the low crooning of the demon's voice. She knew it was powerful, even if it was solely a portrait. Draco pushed her further behind him, keeping his body twisted so that she was nearly fully covered by his body. 