She looked around and from where she sat, she could see into the lounge. Could see Draco Malfoy sitting on the couch with his skinny shoulders slumped, his mouth moving as he spoke to Harry, who stood before him with his wand out and face cold and hard. Hermione had to fight not to let the panic take her over again at the sight of Malfoy, and she fixed her mind on her breathing and her eyes on the floor.