She also kept Malfoy in her field of vision. He was at the other end of the pitch. She didn’t know if it was on purpose or not, but he hadn’t allowed her to get even a little bit closer to him. Every time Hermione moved her broom slightly in his direction, he sped away. Peering around, pretending to look for the Snitch. Or maybe really looking for it. But too intent on not even glancing at her to be normal.