"I was probably beneath the bookcase for most of that," Hermione said dryly, inwardly wondering how she felt about the fact that Draco had choked what he’d thought was her murderer to death in a berserk rage, and yet refused to be in a relationship with her. It was a very unusual situation to be in. On the one hand it was rather unsettling to feel flattered about someone murdering for her, but on the other it gave her hope that maybe she could still convince the stubborn git to give their relationship another chance.