Over and over the same thought kept running through her mind. It had never been her intention to embarrass the man with her question about his anger back in the Resistance's village. Part of her, the tiniest speck of a girl who once believed in romance deep, deep inside, hoped he would take that moment to admit his jealousy because he had been in love with her for a long time. It was a silly fantasy. For years they could hardly stand the sight of each other and then they mostly just tried to stay out of the other's way. Or, at least that's what she had done. She couldn't speak for his motivations. But, imagining a world where Draco had been holding a flame for her all of these years would have made a compelling story, if a bit unrealistic and too fantastical to believe.