"I swear to Merlin, Granger, that I will force-feed you if I have to," he growls warningly, and Hermione blanches, just the thought of being trapped and helpless while Malfoy holds her down and... Echoes of sharp, bloody, memory rise in her mind and her fingers cramp white-knuckled tight on the chair, her whole body goes tense, and she stares at him wide-eyed and frantic, fingers scrabbling for his wand and closing over it tight.