And Draco, at the very back, was staring at Hermione with an aching longing in every line of him, clapping dutifully with the others but with eyes only for her. Not avoiding her but staring directly at her, their eyes connecting sharp and Hermione felt a frisson hum through the air between them. And he smiled at her, a wistful tilt of his mouth and Hermione was sure she could feel her heart shatter. She couldn't smile back, couldn't do anything but hold in her tears as they looked at each other and she knew he wanted this for them, just as much as she did. She jerked her head away, blinking hard, her eyes stinging and prickling, cursing Draco for being so stubborn, so pig-headed, for refusing her what she wanted under the guise of protecting her. For a moment, she hated him.