Hermione stopped in the middle of the pavement. She’d never thought of Draco as  hers  before. She shook the thought from her mind, continuing her walk to the apparition point. Hermione pressed her palms against her eyes, against her sockets until she saw stars behind her eyelids. The image of Pansy leaning into him... her lips nearly touching his ear in a whisper... the devious  smirk  she threw Hermione’s way...