Hermione took a single step in the direction of the Jordan home before she felt a hand gently grasp her arm to stop her movements. In her past, she was used to being grabbed like that. Antonin usually did it with a bit more force, but it was still irritating no matter how careful Draco was. She didn't like being impeded. Spinning around to face the wizard, she prepared herself for a torrent of unkind words to bubble out of her mouth. When she caught sight of his concerned, troubled grey eyes, the words caught in her throat.