"Oh for Merlin's fucking sake, Hermione, you're his friend and I'm not – I don't see why it's so important to have me there. No one's going to notice or even care if I'm not –" Draco started, huffy and closed off, and Hermione pinched the bridge of her nose, feeling like crying and yelling at him and only barely restraining herself. They argued for a while, that back and forth snipping and snapping that wasn't light-hearted but had a note of cruelty to the centre of every jab, and even though when Hermione took herself to the shower fifteen minutes later she'd gotten Draco to agree to attend and had won the argument, she felt like the day had been irreparably soured for her.