"It’s fine. What did you do, then? What did Death Eaters do?" Hermione pushed snappily on instinct, and Draco’s hand snatched back from her bracer. She moaned internally and wished she could take her words back as soon as she said them; why would she use that term? She was nervous and snippy, and far too emotional – and it had just slipped out. And hurt Draco, purposely wounded him. Why couldn’t she have just kept her mouth shut?