"It’s all right, Hermione. It’s okay. Just...calm down. It’s okay, Hermione." She wondered how Draco could say that it was all right when it very clearly wasn’t. Her head sank against his chest, and his hand stroked over her hair as Hermione let go and gave in to small, hitching sobs. Draco kept telling her it was all right in quiet, awkward tones, and she wanted to believe him. She wanted desperately to believe him. But she didn’t.