Hermione didn’t expect Draco to ask her not to go; it had been him who had ended things, after all. But she couldn’t help desperately hoping he would stop her, and say something that would somehow magically smooth away all the mess, confusion, and hurt. Hermione opened the door and light flooded the pantry, and when she looked back at him he opened his mouth as if to speak. She paused, stomach sick with nerves and heart racing. And Draco shut his mouth again, and watched her go without a word.