"Shit." Draco sighed and shut his eyes, a weary expression taking over his pale features. Every time that Hermione had tried to bring up their relationship over the past two weeks, Draco had shut down. She hadn’t pressed the issue. Until now. After everything that had happened last night – killing people; Hermione had killed two people – she felt unsteady, off-kilter. She had lost her centre, and she felt adrift, needing something stable, something clearly defined to hold onto right now.