Hermione heard a door slam and was jerked back into semi-consciousness. The room was still glaringly bright, and her head still rested on the floor. She opened her eyes and squinted until her vision came into better focus. After a moment and with huge effort she raised her throbbing head.
Through heavy-lidded eyes, she recognized nothing. It was obviously a boy's room, that much she could tell. Not unlike Ron's, with Quidditch posters on the walls, only the team was wearing black robes and seemed much more menacing than the good-natured Chudley Cannons.
Hermione, by using what strength she had to push herself up with her elbows, was finally able to bring herself to a sitting position. Her wrists were knotted firmly behind her, but her thinking was cloudy and her head was still pounding fiercely. She felt like she had been drugged, but she still had enough sense about her to know that she needed to at least figure out where she was.
Her drowsy eyes roamed the room. Bed, dresser, desk, wardrobe. The room was huge. It was when her eyes reached the bookcase that an alarm went off in her head. A Slytherin scarf, slung carelessly over a pile of books. And leaning up against the case, a sleek broomstick. A Nimbus 2001.
Her breath caught in her throat. Her thinking was no longer cloudy. Her brain was screaming at her to get out, GET OUT! Her eyes were transfixed by the Nimbus 2001. It can't be, it can't be.
The words "Oh my God" had formed on her lips, but no sound came out, just as the door to the room burst open. Hermione's heart leapt as her eyes darted from the broom to the door. Draco Malfoy stood in the doorway, suppressed anger written all over his face, a small goblet gripped in his hand.
Hermione took in a rasping, horrified breath. She fully intended to scream, but before she could find her voice she saw that Draco's eyes had moved down her body in a curious glance.
Cordial rang through Draco's head. How was he supposed to be cordial to her? Especially since at some point her skirt had become tangled and was now conveniently showing off her knickers.
His eyes moved quickly back to her face. "Granger," he said in some form of stiff salutation.
Hermione, following his eyes, looked down and saw her own knickers. She fretfully wriggled until she was covered and looked up again. He was coming toward her.
She finally found her voice. "Get away from me!!" she shrieked, trying to scoot away until she realised her back was against some piece of heavy furniture. "Get AWAY!!" Then in her panic she let loose the longest, loudest scream she could muster.
Draco stared dumbfounded. What the hell was he supposed to do?? He knew if he got any closer, Granger would probably give him a good kick to the shins. So in the midst of all the screaming, he did the only thing he knew how to do. He turned, threw open his bedroom door and made as fast an exit as possible.