She might have only heard his voice for the first time back in the launderette in Edinburgh months earlier, but Hermione was certain that she would never forget the sound. Especially not considering the number of times William Wood threatened to kill her. How did he know where to find Draco? Why was he there? She knew there was always a chance that Draco would betray her at some point. Fearing that she had been deceived, she jumped up from the bed. If she had to, she was going to fight. She reached for her wand first, then worried about her clothes.