 Nothing made sense. She needed to focus. She needed to think. Draco walked up to her and reached for her arm. Hermione turned around and ran out of the room. Her footsteps echoed through the dark halls as she ran for her life. Draco’s voice followed her. She wasn’t sure whether he was chasing her or if it was all in her head, but she didn’t dare to stop and check. Hermione opened the door that led to the gardens and sprinted to the apparition point. She froze, seeing Draco’s figure in the distance. Hermione made a quick turn and started to run in the opposite direction. The bushes in the garden caught onto her dress and hair but she tore through without stopping. She was out of breath when she reached the edge of the Manor’s grounds.