Draco put the cold edge against her palm and dragged it down, dark blood immediately slipping through his fingers, hitting the ground. Hermione took in a sharp breath, not being able to say anything to him, pain erupting form the gash the sharp knife left. She looked at the blood dripping down and her heart sped up, it was already running down her forearm. Hermione lifted up her gaze at Draco and saw him do the same to his palm, dropping the knife somewhere around them, not caring about the blood that the carpet below them was soaking in. Merlin knows this place was filled with it.