"That's e-bloody-nough, Malfoy." Harry jerked his head at Ron. "Take Hermione upstairs, Ron. I'll take Malfoy from here, "Mione. You all right?" Hermione, her hands still clamped to her mouth and tears pouring over her cheeks now as the floodgates of her emotions gave way, just nodded. It was all too much. She was past it. Her frayed nerves had snapped and now she couldn't seem to stop herself from crying – and in front of Malfoy, damn him. He watched her with curious, slightly amused eyes, no doubt enjoying seeing her like this.