"Had sex. I know, Hermione. But that doesn't change the fucking future, does it?" Draco glared at her, and Hermione just didn't want to do it – didn't want to argue and yell and fling barbs at each other after what they had done. She didn't want the experience tainted any more than it already was. She wanted to be able to remember it without having to remember the argument afterwards, and the horrible things they had said. She licked her lips, staring up at his sharp jaw and shadowed eyes, the conflicted pain imprinted into his features. Merlin, he was so bloody stubborn.