"Nothing. Nothing," she denied breathlessly, as she panicked and turned and ran. Up the stairs drawing her wand and slurring a frantic alohamora through Draco-kissed lips, scrambling out into the bright light of the dining room and turning and shoving the trapdoor closed with a bang behind her. Hermione froze, a gasping, tousled mess, shirt half-unbuttoned and eyes wild, and looked around the room. A breath whooshed out of her as with excruciating relief she saw the room was empty. There was no one to see her like this.