"Make one sound, mudblood, and I'll gut you like a kelpie." He pushed her into a shadowy corner at the edge of the tether. Pressing up against her from behind, he was already hard. His wand touched her hip, warning her not to move. She swallowed bile as Malfoy swung to look at her, pupils blown wide. Her eyes connected with his, and his walls disintegrated in an instant. Draco flared to life, rage and fear suffusing his face. Panicked, Hermione flicked her eyes over his shoulder to where Voldemort watched the scene play out. It was a tiny movement, but Draco knew her as well as she knew him. He got the message. Though it might not seem like it, Hermione controlled the situation. 