"Please. Can't you just give me this?" Hermione sounded as weary and defeated as she looked, sitting there all tense and hunched as if she was going to fall apart at the slightest touch, her eyes wet and hollow and lost. Draco didn't know what to say, but his confused anger faded away, unable to sustain it in the face of her quiet misery. He felt empty staring into her eyes, and so he tried to fill the hole, bottle to his lips.