Hermione didn't understand why he was so bitter. From the moment he stormed out the tent after their heated discussion that morning, she hadn't been able to figure out his reasons. There was an evident hatred there that hadn't existed before. If she'd been younger and less jaded by the reality that the world morphed into, she might have believed that she was the motivation for his anger. But, that didn't make any sense. It wasn't as if Draco cared for her. He'd never cared to spend more than a few moments in her presence before the whole mess began on New Year's. Choosing to ignore the heat in his words, she pressed on.