He hadn’t meant to argue with Hermione like that, and he sure as hell hadn’t meant to borderline assault her, but she had pushed, and pushed, and then when she had called him a child-murderer Draco had lost his tenuous grip on what passed for his sanity these days. He had hurt Hermione. Taken everything good that they had shared, and twisted it, tainted it with cruelty and hatred, and made them both enjoy it.