"You shut your fucking mouth, Potter. I would never hurt Hermione, and I don’t appreciate you saying I would, when you don’t know shit about me anymore. Fucking prick," Draco snarled and the venom in his words sent chills down Hermione’s spine. He wouldn’t hurt her, she knew that, but to hear him say it – to hear him so furious about what Harry said...it was good. It was good to hear him say that, angry and unguarded in front of someone else. Like it made his feelings really real.