Hermione found herself at a loss for words, and allowed herself to follow Malfoy back out into the corridor. He walked silently, casually, as if he hadn’t just revealed that he knew her usual scent. She was desperate to know why he knew her usual scent. She was desperate to know why she cared. She was desperate to quell the warmth that seemed to be spreading through her middle, but she was alone, under the influence of veritaserum, with Draco Malfoy. She resolved to be strong. She resolved not to ask him any more questions.