Draco froze. They never talked about that openly. And Hermione had just breached the unspoken wall in sharp, bitter tones. He felt at a total and utter loss. He couldn’t get a read on her tonight – had no idea what she wanted to hear him say, what her problem was, why she seemed so very devastated by the mission. Cho’s leg and the Killing Curse didn’t – Draco eyed Hermione huddled fragile in her chair – didn’t explain that. The wavering tears and the drinking herself to the bottom of a bottle, the way she was calling him Malfoy.