She'd had enough. If he wanted to behave like a petulant, spoiled brat because she asked him some hard questions, so be it. She didn't have to stay there any longer. Once she did a sweep of the flat to be certain she'd left nothing behind, Hermione left. She walked out of the front door with the intention of never returning. Draco couldn't be trusted. And perhaps even more upsetting, he didn't believe that she could be trusted either.