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She retorted, coolly, "You've a voracious appetite, Malfoy." She abruptly swung away, her arm flaring slightly at her side. He eyed her as they both suddenly turned on their heels and stepped tightly in opposite directions. He tugged on her wrist, harder than necessary, snapping her body back into his, pressing sweetly with the darkest of intentions. "I'm a growing boy, Granger."

Coolly his gaze, Ron pushes back his chair and slowly rises, easily towering over her in a way he could not otherwise. His voice is a rich, tremulous baritone. Firm, but mostly soft. “Let’s go.” Blinking, Hermione's mouth slips open and she moves to her feet without thinking.

“Poor little Mudblood.” Hermione sucked in her breath sharply, clutching the cold porcelain. Draco loomed sinisterly in the mirror like a ghost over her right shoulder. His thin lips curled in a bemused snarl as he stepped out from the shadow of the broken stall. His footfalls struck the floor with a hollow clap! as he slowly drew closer. He spoke again, his words nasty and almost sing-song. “Crying in the toilets with no one to love her.”