"And of course, for Granger as well," Draco tilted his head in Hermione’s direction, his voice smooth and calm and charming. Professor McGonagall considered him, her eyes slowly moving between them, like she was giving them ample time to confess their lies; or to confess that they were fucking, travelling to a different dimension, and stealing prophecies from said dimension. Hermione swallowed, and she wondered if it was as loud to everyone else as it had been for her.