Resentment seeped through him, as sour and stale as the air in the tunnel, and Draco wondered if one day that resentment would soak through him entirely and turn him bitter. Make him into what they thought he was – a coward who had turned his back on their enemy only to save his own skin. Would Hermione begin looking at him with that expression more and more? Most of the time she was just herself and things were good, but then suddenly Draco would see her remembering not who he was, but what he had been. Hermione didn’t seem physically capable of hiding her emotions, and Draco could see the certainty that he was keeping horrors from her – despicable acts – written all over her face.