"I..." Hermione shot a helpless glance at Draco, who sat now on the edge of his bed in just his pyjama pants, hair rumpled and mouth kiss-swollen. "I– it’s not...n-not quite what you think...I did, bu-but..." Hermione stammered, and Harry’s fingers slid over the end of his wand that stuck out of his pocket, eyes on Malfoy and hatred searing in the green.