As Ginny’s voice faded out and Hermione became more engrossed in her thoughts about the conversation with McGonagall, shadows of blonde hair, molten silver eyes, and the ghost of a bruising touch pulled her back to Malfoy every few minutes. Hermione hadn’t had time to process having been interrupted so quickly. Now, though, she realized just how badly she wished they hadn’t been interrupted and noted the fire that still burned low in her belly, muted but not faded.