Turn the tables on Hermione

I didn't know how to deal with Hermione throwing me against a wall.

She leaned against the wall, ensuring that I couldn't escape without going through her. Which was weird, because she was a few inches shorter than me.

Before I knew it. I reacted on instinct.

In one fluid motion, I had changed our positions.

One of my hands had pinned both of Hermione's hands behind her back as she hit the wall. And now my own body weight had effectively made her unable to move.

And now we just stared silently at each other. The more I studied the subtle freckles on her face as her tiny chest rose and fell with each breath. The less I remembered why I had done this.

"Well go ahead Hermione," I said, "you did bring me here."

Hermione stared at me, her eyes tracing random patterns on my face. How did our faces get this close?

"I can't remember why," whispered Hermione.