"Well, I better go say bye to Cho," he said and strode from her room with his spine straight and chin up, confidence in every step, not a trace of doubt or fear to him, and Hermione was so envious of his bravery. She turned back to securing her own damn leathers, which she'd never gotten used to buckling and lacing despite wearing them so often. She swore with annoyance at a recalcitrant rerebrace, forehead all furrowed up in a frown as she tried to jab the strap through the little metal buckle. A hand covered hers, stilling her angry movements, and then Draco was helping hold the buckle up for her so she could slip the strap through and pull it tight.