Hermione thought she'd never peel back all the layers that made up the wonder that was Draco Malfoy.  Blood purist.  Bigot.  Under that, a boy who wanted attention.  Under that, a man terrified by what he was asked to do, and still more scared of the consequences if he failed.  Then the man who wouldn't let her die, despite years of mutual hatred.   Now this man, who worried about her ability to stay sober, to stay consenting, to the point that he stopped himself.