Hermione’s chest felt tight and she wanted to run far away. Somewhere he can’t hurt her anymore and she doesn’t have to look at his stupid mug every day. With an indignant huff, she hopped off the desk and fiddled with the bra hooks, but her eyes don’t break contact with Malfoy’s. When she adjusted her breasts to rest firmly in place, she caught the slightest twitch in his Adam’s apple. That brief crack in his mask of indifference was more hurtful than she expected. Him choosing to chase her away despite the obvious attraction; how dare he make her out to be the desperate one?