Draco ran his hands through his hair. He'd blocked the Floo for a reason. He had no interest in seeing them, in listening to their excuses. As far as he was concerned, they had betrayed him the moment they had known Hermione was back in England and hadn't bothered to say a thing. He didn't need to know why they hadn't told him. Didn't need to know why she was back. He didn't want to see her. He didn't want to hear what they had to say. Right? Fuck.