Hermione let her fingers go slack in his and something sharp ached in her chest. Draco’s eyes met hers, and there was a certain understanding in them as he let her hand go, let it fall back to her side. Hermione wanted to say something, wanted to explain, to justify why it wouldn’t look good, wouldn’t help... But there was nothing to explain, was there? There was no acknowledged reason for Hermione to be holding Draco Malfoy’s hand, to feel bad about letting it go. She looked down at him standing in the shadows, and the disconnected thought came to her, how appropriate.