"I didn’t mean it like that," she said helplessly, knowing that Draco wouldn’t believe her. He would think she was just being nice, but in all honesty, Hermione didn’t care. She felt sympathy for him, empathy over the loss, but it didn’t repulse her. Obviously, Hermione thought with her mind on the thrills and jolts that ran through her deliciously whenever Draco touched her, and she tried not to smile. He would take the expression the wrong way.