Good," said Draco, eyes still focused on Hermione. "You coming then?"
Hermione stared at him blankly for a moment before nodding slowly. She went to the closet, pulled out her tattered boots and slipped them on. Bronson stared down at them and frowned.
Draco opened the door and Bronson slipped out first. Draco then looked back at Hermione, who was staring hesitantly out of it.
"Do you want me to hold your fucking hand or something, Granger?