"Leave it. I don't want to talk any more, Hermione. I don't know what little game you're trying to play, but you're no Slytherin, and it's not working," he spat out, releasing her wrist sharply and flinging the blankets back to get out of her bed, and retreat to...fuck. If Pansy was still in the cellar, he had nowhere to go, except back to the fucking porch. Merlin, Draco hated everything. Hermione shifted quickly on the bed, putting herself between him and escape and shoving him hard back against the pillows, and he hissed and glared up at her.