Everyone that had witnessed the rather hostile exchange between Ron Weasley, Harry Potter, and Hermione Granger seemed to leave immediately, but Draco could not move.What the hell had just happened?Sure, they had fought several times on occasion, Draco playing witness to some of them, but it was never like this. Weasley acted as predicted, it was Granger's reaction that irked Draco. He didn't know exactly what he was supposed to feel or why he should even feel something in the first place. He watched her collapse, he watched her throw off her ruined shoe, and he watched her cry, her hair falling across her face. But what really surprised him, was how he found that image of her completely breathtaking."Malfoy? You okay mate?"Draco slapped himself mentally and tore his eyes away from Granger's form to look at Nott. "Why don't you guys go on without me. I'll catch up."The Slytherin shrugged. "If you say so."Nott started to leave, grabbing Zabini's arm and trying to detach his mouth from his Ravenclaw date, as they made their way to the Slytherin common room.Draco let out an exasperated sigh and raised his fingers to massage his temples. He desperately needed to clear his head. He had way too many thoughts swirling around in his mind that ought to not have been there anyway. He grabbed the glass of punch in front of him and quickly downed it. Although he was still feeling slightly light-headed, he finally stood up from his chair and made his way to the Great Hall doors.