Hermione dragged her lower lip between her teeth repeatedly and chewed on the inside, still looking surreptitiously up at Draco from under her lashes. He had stopped trying to wrestle with his shirt, and was standing now with drooping shoulders, pushing his hand through his hair and dragging with too-hard frustration at clumps of it. He was the picture of angry defeat, and Hermione sighed shortly, plucking up her courage. This was ridiculous. She stepped quickly over to him, stopping in front of him and Draco opened his eyes and looked down at her tiredly.