"No." Draco wouldn't even let her start, shifting abruptly, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. Their knees bumped together as he put his feet on the floor, and Hermione crossed her arms over her chest and glared down at him, refusing to back off. He glared back, shaking his fringe out of his narrowed eyes. It hurt; a dull, sick ache deep inside, to see him look at her like that. She should be used to it by now, but she wasn't. God, she wasn't.