She didn't want to think about the other option – of living in the same house, and fighting on the same side, and looking at him every day and remembering how it had been, and wasn't anymore. To eat breakfast across the table from Draco, remembering the times when he had held her and kissed her and everything had been right with the universe, and knowing that those times were gone, and she couldn't ever get them back. That possibility painted a very bleak future, and Hermione refused to just give in and let it happen. Unfortunately, she had absolutely no idea how to prevent it from happening. Apparently, sex didn't change Draco's mind, Hermione thought with a bitter twist to her mouth, so what would?