She crept along behind Harry, trying to step quietly on the grass beside the winding drive, terrified, adrenaline pumping through her veins and making her muscles wind tight and her breath come shallow and quick. At first Hermione had thought that...well, Draco had gone off with Pansy after they'd finished questioning her, and he'd sat with her under a tree by the river, out of Hermione's hearing. She'd tried to ignore them, but her gaze kept being drawn back to Draco. And then she'd looked over and seen them in the light of Draco's lumos, Pansy half in Draco's lap and his arms wrapped around her. Jealousy had scorched through Hermione, and she had wanted to march over and rip Pansy bodily out of Draco's arms.