His hand tried to tug her knees apart again, but Hermione was lost in a spiral of negativity. What if she wasn’t good enough? What if Draco wanted someone better, someone more experienced? He probably thought Hermione was being so bloody stupid acting like this; so nervous over something he’d probably done with Pansy dozens of times. Now Hermione just felt ill, and she squeezed her eyes tighter shut, clenched her fists harder.