"Coward," she called him, and his nostrils flared and the tendons in his jaw bunched, and his fingers squeezed until Hermione felt like her shoulder was going to crack open under his grip. She licked her lips and his eyes went to them, and for a moment the air was still and she held her breath without realising. His mouth twisted and his eyes were hurt and furious and wanting, and for a perfect and terrifying heartbeat, Hermione didn’t know if Draco was going to kiss her or hit her.