Draco didn't know what he was doing here. Well, he did. But also, he didn't. On the one hand, he was ready. Ready to hear the full story, directly from Hermione. No more lies, no more hiding. He wanted to bloody know. Wanted to understand. On the other, he wasn't sure if the knowledge would help him or hurt him. What he'd said to Blaise had been true, he wasn't going to show his hand, wasn't going to do anything hinting at his feelings for her until she made her choice, made a decision. Though, he supposed it couldn't really be a choice if he never presented her with another option... fuck he was confusing himself.