Draco broke down and buried his face in his hands. Astoria had dragged him to hell for sure. And now he felt like it was all he could do to crawl his way back out of that hole. Hermione shifted on the couch and he felt her wrap her arms around his waist. But not before pressing a folded handkerchief on his knee. She just held him, and let him cry in the most unmanly fashion. He didn't care. Astoria has broken him, and Hermione Granger was willing to help him pick up the pieces. 