"Yes, my Lord. It is the first time at a revel," Malfoy says in a hollow, lifeless voice that does not hide his feelings well, and his fingers jerk involuntarily in Hermione's hair. She is shaking – shivering all over as though she is having a fit, and the room is too small, everything is too close, and people push around with goblets full of drink, laughing with cruel faces, and Malfoy's fingers pull unintentionally at her hair.