Hermione felt her heart jumping out of her throat as she fought to match the intensity of his gaze. What he described was something she had experience before, when she gave up everything to make sure that Harry survived. During those years, she was a shell of a person, a disposable body that only walked on this earth for one purpose alone. What she felt against Malfoy was nowhere near that feeling. It was only distrust, maybe mixed with unreleased anger and resentment from their past.