But Hermione was not the person he saw reflected in the ancient glass, instead, the pearly white eyes of Ron Weasley peered back at him from the closed door. Draco only had a split second to react, had he not already been in a duel today he may not have reached his wand in time. With the Hawthrone gripped tight he dove under the nearest sink as the mirror he had just stood in front of shattered loudly, glass splintering the ground he lay on. 