Malfoy sighed loudly a few rows ahead of her, talking to Theo casually as they watched the chaos with the rest of the class. The string inside her tugged incessantly, the sight of him standing meters away had her body aching to get closer. Hermione focused her mind this time, she blocked out the sounds around her and focused on the three D’s, imagining the wooden hoop in her mind. The problem was that whenever she saw Malfoy the invisible string led the way to a different hoop, one placed in front of a tall blonde-haired boy. She took a breath and spun on the spot. Her head squeezed, her ears rang, it felt like her whole body was in a vice, the pressure was unbearable - until suddenly it wasn't. Two arms steadied her and when she opened her eyes she was met with grey storm clouds, shimmering brightly in the darkened room.