Hermione seethed on the inside but refused to let Snape see it. He had already had a good insight into her insecurities, and she wouldn't give him any more. So fine. He knew more than she had hoped for about her and Draco. She was a grown witch, at least in the eyes of some. She should have nothing to be ashamed of. If only she could tell that to the flaming redness that had overtaken almost her entire face.