"I really do have to go," she said and it was true; there was a mission planning session after breakfast and she wanted to be there. But the muscles in Draco’s jaw twitched and he nodded like he understood, but he didn’t. Hermione thought of the way he had held her until she had fallen asleep last night. Thought of how she had just dropped him like a hot coal and ignored him for weeks in spite of his dependence on her for company, and then when she had needed him he had held her. Hermione would never have thought she would be the hurtful one and he the bigger person. It was an odd and unpleasant role reversal. Hermione gnawed on her lip and stared at him; looking no worse for wear for spending his night on one of those flimsy folding chairs while she usurped his bed.