He saw flashes of light illuminate the room behind him and he took that as a sign that the room was clear. Whipping his wand out he pointed it at Hammond. Granger had yet to make any noise or movement and made no indication she was going to defend herself. He wondered what she was playing at. Her eyes held a faraway look and visons of a dark-haired witch and a different knife flooded his memory. Draco felt murderous, never again, he vowed.