He really meant something to her. It seemed so odd that she would finally be able to openly acknowledge that fact to herself while in front of her friends, who hated Draco. Who no doubt really would think Hermione was under an Imperius if she admitted the confusing feelings she felt for the boy they hated. That she had once hated and now really, really didn’t. But it wasn’t time to untangle that mess of inexplicable, improbable feelings. Introspection could come after Hermione had let out the extreme annoyance she was currently experiencing towards her friends, when she was in her bedroom with the door locked and charmed for total privacy. When she wasn’t battling the worst hangover in the history of the world.