Draco hadn’t believed his eyes when he walked into his cabin on the ship only a few hours later, and there she was again, tucking a strand of curls behind her ear, looking perturbed to see him. She didn’t want him there, that was clear. It knocked over the fragile house of cards that Draco had built as he shoved clothing into his travel bag, the flicker that wasn't quite hope, snuffed out unceremoniously. They were children again, she hated him, and he let himself drown in misunderstanding. 