"Head in the game, Malfoy," Weasley commented idly, and Draco scowled, but didn't answer. Fuck, he hated how the others looked at him; faces filled with a mixture of worry, doubt, distrust and dislike. All except Hermione's, because Draco refused to look at her, turning his eyes back to the toes of his boots. He didn't want to see the hurt on Hermione's face, and worse, the fucking love that she couldn't hide.