"Draco. I-I need you to explain." Hermione raises her chin, her Gryffindor bravery seeming to be making its appearance. It’s obvious she’s alarmed beyond belief, but it doesn’t stop her from meeting my gaze. Her brown eyes are alight with a fire all her own as she stares me down, willing me to answer her. Wild, frizzled curls are framing her face, and one- no, two words blaze brightly within my brain.