"Sweetheart, I’m always a threat." Pulling away, he took a step back. Shaking off the urge to break his stupid ward and punch him in the nose, she also took a step back from the ward. She was angry at herself for missing the ward, clearly too caught up in the haze of him. After years of living with Harry, Hermione had grown accustomed to the feeling of excess magic lingering in the room. Malfoy was no different and when the two of them were in the same room, the magic could get so thick it was suffocating. She felt bad for the witches and wizards that were often trapped in the same small conference rooms with both of them. 