"Good." Draco whirled on his heel and stormed out of the lounge, eyes flicking over Hermione as he went and she saw they were red-rimmed like he’d been crying. Draco gave no real outward sign he’d seen Hermione curled up in the overstuffed armchair, but she saw a glimmer of recognition as their eyes connected briefly – his were bloodshot grey and sparking with tarnished silver, dark bruised shadows stained around them. And then he was gone, the sound of his boots thudding away and fading to nothing, and Cho puffed a breath out, fringe fluttering.