Hermione nodded and went into the other room, closing the door behind her. Draco limped to the mirror, deciding that his feelings weren’t worth processing. There was a better way to go about it than allowing himself to feel the pain and heartbreak of hearing the woman he loved more than anything confess that she loved Weasley as well. He drove his fist through the mirror. It had already become a habit. And, picking up a shard of glass from the floor, he slashed his palm with it, relishing in the momentary feeling of relief...