Hermione cried into the pillow; snotty, gasping sobs, wondering bleakly how on earth her and Draco could ever work out, when he was acting like this. Wondering why Draco insisted on denying his feelings even though being drunk was apparently all it took to push him past his denial and into desperately ravishing her in the pantry. She wondered if she should even want to be with him, with the way he was acting. Probably not.