The mask gave everything away that Draco was trying to hide. Hermione had seen it enough times to have a good idea of what was going on. It was his eyes, they had turned cold, detached, and distant. He had shifted into the head of the Marked, the dark menacing presence that people feared. The man she loved no longer there, and she couldn’t just let him leave. Something was off, she couldn’t figure out what had triggered him or what conclusion he had come to in the extended silence.  