"So what's the problem?" Hermione asked quietly, knowing that there must be one from the way Lupin looked – worried and strained, stubble a dark rough stain over his jaw, eyes nervous and tight. His eyes flicked to Draco and Hermione followed them, her gaze lingering on the blond – slouched there with his eyes downcast, looking like he wanted to shrink into nothingness. She didn't know if she wanted to kiss him or hit him. Maybe both – not necessarily in that order.