"Yes. Yes it was murder," she said at last, truthfully. "But I don’t care." She was stubborn. She was Hermione Granger and she wasn’t going to let him win. He licked his lips nervously, and his eyes skittered away from hers nervously for a moment, before he steeled himself. Hermione watched frightened, dreading whatever it was he was going to say next. Draco forced himself to meet her eyes, his fingers curled around her wrist, cool and dry.