The silence is unbearing as she stares at Draco. His hand flicks upwards, undoing the silencing charm put on her. He doesn't say anything, his posture reflecting how ashamed he feels. She doesn't care. Esme bolts up from the seat turning towards the door. He does the same yanking at her wrist. She stumbles back, hitting his hard chest. "You." She sneers. "Why didn't you do anything sooner?"