"I came to ask you if you wish to...talk," Viktor said, his meaning clear – he certainly didn’t mean as friends, and there was a loud thump and Hermione jumped. Her – and everyone else’s – attention flew to the source of the noise; Draco had thrown down his book. The others turned their gaze back to Viktor and Hermione; the drama of the moment, but Hermione’s stayed on Draco. He hurried from the room, face held painfully emotionless and body rigid, glaring murderously at Viktor’s back as he stalked past. Hermione tried and failed to catch his eye and smile at him reassuringly, and instead Viktor thought her smile was for him.