"Because we’re on a fucking mission, Hermione. It’s hardly an appropriate time to talk about that shit. In fact, no time is a good time to talk about that shit, because there is nothing to talk about," he growled. "I understand that you think there is, but trust me – there isn’t. There is nothing I want to talk to you about. At all. Ever." Draco’s voice dripped contempt and to her horror, tears welled in Hermione’s eyes. He sounded so mean was all she could think, dumbly.