She brought her knee up as fast as she could making immediate contact. He stumbled back, more out of surprise than pain. What was it Zambini had called that move all those years ago?  A love tap from Granger.  At least she had one defensive move in her back pocket. Before he had time to stop her, she flung open the door and ran to find the source of Ginny’s echoing cries. The hall was narrow and lacking decorum.  Servant’s quarters, she confirmed to herself. The screams were only a few more doors down; she knew Malfoy would be behind her shortly, keeping her from her task, but she didn’t care. She fumbled with door handles, praying one of them would open and reveal her friend. 