Her heart had been in her throat the entire time. She had wanted to cry for help, to try escape after all—Draco had sensed this and never let her out of his sight, never loosed his hold of her. She had forced a neutral, slight smile on her face and didn’t recoil when Draco kissed her or held her in front of those cameras. He had practically gloated to the world then and there of his victory—and who was going to challenge him?