"Hermione's back!" at the top of his lungs and made her jump and roll her eyes, smiling at Harry who had the same expression of longsuffering patience on his face as she did. Draco made an annoyed sound and dropped her hand, and Hermione felt a small hurt prick sharply through her as he shoved his hand in his pocket and chewed on his lip, looking the picture of bored dissociation. She told herself that it was fine; that she hadn't expected him to be one for public displays of affection and that it was completely fine and not something she should be upset by, but it didn't help. She still felt a pang of completely irrational rejection, and a weight settled into her bones that hadn't been there before.