Hermione was tired to hear him cry, so she waved her hand. The Malfoys were scared, even more, when it was the young girl who was doing magic, she was not known for her patience, but for her temper. They needed not to fear, as their Lord’s daughter only had transfigured a small piece of paper into a green rattle. Immediately the boy looked at her with curiosity. He giggled and she smiled. She then looked with a beaming smile at the assembly, in the back, a brooding young man stood. He was looking at her with his deep black eyes. She knew he would always protect her, even then.