"But you were there. You were there and you didn’t do anything, and I know...I know you did what you could," Hermione said and Draco’s head whispered, no you didn’t at him, and he grimaced. "But I can’t help remembering it. Seeing you like that. The way you were then. The way I begged you..." Her chin trembled and she slumped back on the bed, running her hands through her hair. Shit, Draco remembered that too. Clear as if it were yesterday. "And your Aunt told you to – well we both know what she wanted you to do. And you just walked up to me, and said, "What do you want?’" Hermione mimicked how Draco had sounded perfectly; that reluctant low murmur, and he flushed hot with shame remembering.