Neville jollied her out of outright and vocal self-flagellation and into light conversation about other things, but underneath her attempts to act normally, Hermione was very much beating herself up over her misstep. Merlin, she could never seem to say the right things – or even feel the right things – around Draco Malfoy. She dreaded the thought of sitting next to him at dinner, in oh...just several short hours time. Hermione groaned silently to herself at the thought, outwardly smiling and nodding as Neville talked.