Hermione hid herself in Draco’s shower. She didn’t know how long she let the scalding water mask the sound of her sobs. She was furious. He pushed and pushed. What did he think was going to happen? She wasn’t going to rush into his arms and thank him for kidnapping her. She wasn’t going to sit there and admit that maybe Harry and Ron’s attention had always been in other places. Her greatest fear had always been being left behind by the two of them. Summers at the Burrow, holidays, she hated the thought of missing out on anything. She left school early to traipse around the bloody wilderness searching for Horcruxes with them! She’d always put her own ambitions and needs on the side for them. Hadn’t they seen that? Draco sodding Malfoy did. And he threw it in her face. She didn’t need reminding that Pansy Parkinson and Theodore Nott were better friends than Ron and Harry. She lived it every day.