Draco quickly wiped his tears away with the back of his hand. Fervently controlling his emotions, he turned around to the voice that floated in from the doorway.
"What do you want?" he asked her rather harshly. He was in no mood to be arguing or smirking around at this time. Especially not around a brainy Mudblood.
"What are you doing here, Malfoy?" Hermione fired tersely, her voice dripping with venom. "Why are you not back at Malfoy Manor, looking for your mummy and crying over your expulsion last year?"
The words hit Draco hard. He glared at her, his elegant grey eyes growing stormy for a moment. Hermione, in return, transfixed him with a cool gaze of her own as if challenging him for a tart rejoinder.
At the same time, Hermione was silently taking in his features. His deep-set grey eyes showed flashes of anger and defiance, but at the same time they also held unbidden sorrow and pain. His soft blonde hair accentuated his thin, pointy face. In short, he looked so…pristine. Like a fallen angel.
"Get out," Draco's soft command unchained her train of thoughts. "Please. Leave me alone."
Hermione snapped back to reality. "Wh-what did you say?"
Draco closed his eyes and rested his face in his hands. "Granger, get out of my room, okay? Leave me alone!"
She shook her head. "Not until you tell me why you're here," she retorted stubbornly.
Draco rose from his bed and walked towards her. Roughly, he grabbed Hermione and pinned her to the wall. Hermione almost gasped as she looked into his eyes.
"Same reason as to why you're her," he answered her, his tone frozen with ice. "Now, if you don't mind, Mudblood. I'd like to have a shower to eradicate this room of your filthy scent."
Without another word, the young Malfoy haughtily walked off, leaving Hermione seething after him.