"No –" Hermione rips her mouth from his in a panic and presses herself back into the hedge as if she can fall back through it and escape, her breath coming in gasping, frantic pants. Guilt floods Malfoy's face as he steps back, and Hermione wishes she could erase it, because he shouldn't be feeling guilty for doing what she asked. It wasn't fair. This was only going to make him more determined to distance himself from her, and she didn't want that. It wasn't fair. Sobs built in her chest, but she kept them tamped down, voice wobbling only a little as she spoke.