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She rapped softly on the door before sliding it open. "Malfoy?" Her voice was careful, mentally preparing herself to be scolded or shouted at by him.
Barely registering the intrusion, he raised his head just enough to look past her shoulder and into the hallway, watching as the last of the students filed out of the train and grouped together near their friends once again.
"Are you alright?" She tried again, wringing her hands anxiously. Her hair was pulled into a high ponytail and she was wearing a simple pair of jeans and a dark blue sweater.
He dragged his fingers through his hair and grabbed his briefcase, holding it at his side. "Stick close to your friends this year." He warned, his eyes ghosting towards the overhead compartments. "Whatever danger Potter finds himself in is nothing compared to what the Death Eaters have planned for you." She flinched at the words, pressing her back against the exit as he remained a safe distance away on the other side of the compartment.
"Would you really hurt me, Malfoy?" Her voice broke off by the end of the sentence, terrified of his answer. His eyes flashed towards the empty overhead storage area again and her brows pulled together in confusion.
"No," He answered simply, looking disappointed in himself at the admission. "I wouldn't hurt you, Granger." He took a single step forward and tipped his head. Before she moved aside, she brandished her wand and aimed it at the overhead compartment, a muttered spell on her lips. She saw Malfoy's impressed grin from the corner of her eye as an invisible force hit the ground. A muttered curse escaped Harry's lips as he pulled the cloak from his body and looked at Hermione with annoyance.
"Don't go blaming the little witch, Potter." Draco drawled, dragging his eyes over her petite frame. "You're about as subtle as a hippogriff. Be grateful she revealed you before I did." He threatened, moving passed Hermione without so much as brushing against her sweater clad arm.