"No. And no, I don't want to talk about it," he snapped out pre-emptively, walking briskly away from Hermione, down the hallway that led from the dining room past the bathroom and laundry out to the back porch. Hermione's footsteps hurried after him and he felt his shoulders hunch with tension. Merlin damn it, Draco just wanted to try to forget about it all, and Hermione would pick and prod, and look at him with worried whiskey-brown eyes until he had no choice but to tell her, unless he wanted to be a prick and send her away in tears.