"It’s true. And you know it, Weasley. I have no doubt you’ve watched her sneak back to her own bed, late at night. Watched and wished it were your bed she was crawling into instead of mine. That stings you, doesn’t it?" Draco’s mouth made a twisted, hateful smile and Hermione wanted to slap him, wanted to gouge his goddamned eyes out, furious at bloody well everyone in the room, herself included.