"Fuck, Hermione, hold still and stop thrashing," Malfoy got out as he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her upright with him – and then swore some more under his breath in a strangled voice that made Hermione's heart stop altogether for a moment, and then gallop twice as fast when it began again. She tried to jerk back. "Hermione." Frustration coloured his voice and Hermione's stomach flipped strangely.