When he began to slowly cross the room to her desk, Hermione grew nervous. Since the day she made it clear that he wasn't to except a renewal of their inappropriate relationship now that she was back, he'd kept his distance. If Antonin was right about the fact that he was not on their side, she could be in a great deal of danger. It was imperative that she remain fully on guard at all times around the wizard. Rabastan perched himself on the edge of her desk, only centimeters away from her. She couldn't imagine what he was up to. The games he played were many and varied. As uncomfortable as she was, she refused to show fear. It was what he wanted, what he desired. Even though she was exhausted and too tired to play the game, she knew she had no other choice. More than just her life was riding on it.