Hermione could not help but sigh dramatically. Impatient and biting the corner of a poor and innocent toast as if to take out her anger on it, she was feeling quite emotional and she did not like to think that it was the thought of a young and sad Draco Malfoy that brought that feeling forward. And yet, her chest felt constricted just like it had back when she’d thought they would succeed to kill Buckbeak. 