His train of thought was interrupted by the door flying open, and Draco standing there, his wand drawn. "Lovegood! It's your fault! You and that garbage your filthy Muggle loving father print, you've destroyed the last life!" He raised his wand and started to cast when he was hit by four disarming spells, and he looked up and saw his wand in the hands of Hermione Granger, who toyed with it, bending it slightly. "Would you like your wand back Draco? I'll give it back to you, all you have to do, is ask me very nicely. Just kneel down and ask me, and I'll be happy to give the wand back to you. I'm sure you know how to kneel, after all, didn't your father kneel in front of Voldemort all the time?"