Draco jerked his head up and stared at Hermione, standing in the doorway with her arms folded over her chest, watching him with a strange expression on her face. He stepped back from Pansy automatically, his hand pulled back from her, hanging in the air like a gesture of surrender, stupidly feeling caught. He'd just been bloody tenderly stroking Pansy's hair off her face, and although he knew there was nothing to it but platonic affection, it couldn't exactly have looked good. Draco certainly wouldn't have taken it well if he'd caught Hermione doing it to Weasley.