 She was walking slowly towards him, her legs moving as if of their own accord. Draco stood, motionless, waiting for his prey to come to him, a sly smile playing on his lips. When Hermione was only a couple feet away from him, he struck. He took one long stride towards her, grabbed her wrists, and pulled them behind her back, managing easily to hold both of her delicate wrists in one hand. Hermione gasped, surprised by his attack, and tried in vain to free her hands. 