Kingsley called for order then, voice booming and jolting her out of her worry. Hermione straightened in her chair and let out a quiet sigh; all she could do was trust Draco. And she did, right? She trusted him with her life. Draco loved her; Hermione knew it, even if he couldn’t say it. Hermione had seen him watching her from the corner of her eye when Viktor had cornered her into that awkward conversation. Draco looked utterly gorgeous when he was glowering – blonde hair in his angry grey eyes and that kissable mouth all twisted into a strangely appealing sneer.