It was painful hearing her so uncertain, so drained of all confidence. She didn’t even seem angry, just horrified, and ashamed. Ashamed of Draco? He wouldn’t be surprised. Why wouldn’t she be ashamed of him? Everything Hermione had said before, all those pretty words, what did they count for when her best friend was staring at her with disgusted disbelief? Except it wasn’t just disgust and disbelief on Potter’s face, but concern. Potter was genuinely concerned for her, like Draco had, what? Coerced Hermione? Forced her? Draco felt sick. He thought that last night during the mission, he had fucking proved himself. Apparently not.