Draco sneered. He held his gaze on her for only brief few seconds before moving it back to the cigarette. He rolled it between his fingers and she noticed him biting the inner side of his cheek. Deep down, she knew the feeling of doubt so well. The biting, the licking, the ache and pulsating. Hermione had dealt with ways to avoid answering, but she hoped, selfishly, that Malfoy would ignore the doubt, and give her an answer she so pathetically craved.