"No; my fault. Sorry –" Malfoy said abruptly, adjusting his hat busily; tugging on the tassels, his eyes fixed on the ground. Then his eyes widened and his cheeks pinked, and he shifted his stance with a low curse and turned away from her altogether. Hermione stared at his back with very wide eyes, mind stuttering on disbelief because noooo. Just...just...no. She had been around two hormonal teenage boys for long enough stretches of time in her teens that she knew exactly what that awkward, hunched shoulder, hands in pockets, turning away thingy meant. Her brain gabbled panic at her.