"Funny. I was just thinking the same thing about you." Her legs hit the side of the bed and Draco was right in front of her, and Hermione knew she should just make a dash for the door now she had his drink, but she didn't. She didn't want to. Draco was inches from her, lips twisted in a sneer she desperately wanted to kiss despite the way it made her feel like dirt. He was so furious and she wanted to hit him and she wanted to kiss him, and she shouldn't do either. Hermione told herself she should wriggle away while she still could, and just leave him alone.