She scowled at him and as if he sensed her worried annoyance, Draco looked up and their eyes met. A frisson seemed to burn through the air between them and Draco's face filled with guilt and the need for a drink. Hermione could see the need scratching in the hollowed sockets of his eyes, and in the way his hand curled around a bottle that wasn't there. She smiled at him, a feeble attempt that tried to wordlessly convey her muddled worry and her want for him – tempered somewhat by wariness. Hermione couldn't help that everything that had happened between them had made her...guarded against the possibility of more hurt. But Draco didn't return the expression as she'd hoped, just jerked his eyes away from hers, and her smile faltered and melted away.