There was silence for a moment. Hermione subtly tested Draco’s hold on her. His hand held her wrists crushed together, stretched high over her head, and his grip was like iron. His legs bracketed hers, and technically she could knee him in this position, but his reflexes were quicker than hers. Hermione admitted it to herself reluctantly; she was stuck. She sighed and met his eyes; frosted over with cold anger.