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Hermione moves so swiftly, given the condition she’s in, that he startles, jerking back instinctively when she flies at him, only to be yanked back sharply by the chains encasing her wrists. Her eyes flash with fire. She grunts when she reaches the end of the chains, wincing when the cutting metal forcefully pulls her back. Nonetheless, she remains where she is, lifting her head with the majesty of a queen and answering him coolly, “You’re one to talk about courage, Malfoy.” Seconds after the words leave her mouth, he flinches, the memory of the exact moment she refers to still too fresh in his mind. “Remind me again what you did when I lay there, bleeding on your floor.”
