Hermione nodded. "Very." She took a wobbling step towards him, feeling his cum drying on the insides of her thighs, and Draco didn't back away from her. "It was very good," she continued, stopping just in front of him, tilting her head back to meet his eyes, and Draco looked away; a stab of hurt lanced through Hermione, her rising hopes brutally crushed by that single, tiny gesture. She lifted her hand out to touch him – she never did know when to give up, she thought idly, and he took a step back, pushing her hand gently away. It was the gentleness that made it hurt so much more, the resigned calm in the way Draco nudged her hand away.