She scrambled further under the table shoving chairs roughly out of the way, swearing as she did. Adrenaline and fury were still pumping through her as she snatched her wand up and wriggled out from between all the chairs. Draco was still staring at her like he was some victorious caveman who had fought for the rights to her, or a noble knight who had fought to protect her honour, instead of the horrible bastard he was. His fist clenched and unclenched rhythmically at his side, bloodied lips parted as he stared at her unblinkingly. Her heart thumped quick and hard in her chest like a terrified prey animal racing for safety that it wouldn’t reach.