This had been about Draco being drunk and accidentally coming across her in the pantry, and giving into his baser bloody desires. Not about changing his mind, just about a drunken lapse in judgement. The kiss that Hermione had thought was an apology, a promise, a sign that he had changed his mind...it had been nothing more than drunken, meaningless fumbling to him. Hermione felt tears flood her eyes and tried to hold them back, pressing her lips together hard to try and stop her chin and lips from quivering with the sobs that wanted to come tumbling wretchedly out.