"It means you’re a fucking coward, Draco Malfoy!" She screamed after him as the door swung shut behind him, and he flinched. He didn’t feel like he’d done the right thing, even though his brain told him he had. Draco just felt like a right evil piece of shit, who had ruthlessly stomped on Hermione’s heart. Now Draco really had nothing left in the rubble of his bloody useless life. The future was an endless, bleak misery stretched out ahead of him.