"Loki," Hermione whispered as she was pulled to her feet, but she was unable to say anything further as one long fingered hand curled around her mouth. She wanted to protest, to pull him away, but she refrained. She knew he would easily remove his hand if she tried to pull it away, but she wasn't really in the mood for a fight just now. A deep fear had taken root in her soul, and she suspected the emotion was coming more from Loki than herself.