It was too late. He had sat on top of her, and Eponine groaned as she felt his weight on top of her chest.

"You get off me!" And with effort, she lifted an arm to try to swing at him, to claw at his eyes with her sharpened nails.

"You do not know what you are talking about. This is -MY - place. And MY bed. So go away!" She jerked her body, trying to throw Draco off. "You are stupid. Howard dying by my hand - I will not kill him, even of you threaten me with death. I do not care. I am not going to kill anybody - and more is the pity, because you deserve to die."

She struggled up a little and spat straight at Draco now. "Now either kill me or let me go."