"So I’ll take that as a no, shall I?" Draco asked with petty satisfaction, staring down at the shadowed profile of her face. Hermione didn’t answer. He thought she might be crying, but he couldn’t tell in the dim light. He was a horrible, horrible person. "If I let you go, are you going to try to attack me again?" Nothing. "I just want to go, Hermione. I don’t want to do this. Any of this. I just want everything to be over."