"Either," Draco felt tears start to burn the back of his throat, "both?" Hermione shifted over and patted the floor beside her before putting her face back in the hand towel and sobbing again. Draco sat down beside her, his sight going blurry with his own tears. He had come to make her feel better and now he just wanted to sit and cry it out with her. So he cried for all he had lost, all the pain in his life, and all the pain he had caused others. For Astoria and her unwillingness to try and make things work. For his son who might never know his mother- and would one day have to know why. For Hermione and whatever buttons Blaise was pushing to make her want to sit in the bathroom and cry like her heart was breaking. After a while Hermione handed him a towel and wrapped one arm around his waist. 