"I'm sorry too," he said awkwardly, and Hermione made a stifled sound and nodded again, still making no move to leave. The atmosphere was suffocating, and Draco stood there frozen, not sure what to do. Not wanting to be the one that walked away. But it was him who had walked away from her already. Draco swore under his breath and stepped forward, reaching across the table and wrapping his fingers around Hermione's abandoned bottle of firewhiskey, the two misappropriated bottles clinking together quietly as he backed away. Hermione slumped bonelessly back down on her chair as Draco retreated, her shoulders hunched and her eyes on the scrunched up invisibility cloak clutched tightly in her hands.