"No. No, I can’t right now. I can’t." She shut her eyes and tried to think calming thoughts. A rainy afternoon with a good book. Laughing with Harry. Her mother’s smile. The scent of freshly mown grass. Ron’s awkward yet all-encompassing hugs. Hermione felt like she had after her and Draco’s first kiss, only so much worse. Confused and frightened by the situation and her own treacherous feelings, needing to escape to the solitary sanctuary of her bedroom. Her eyes snapped open. She needed her wand, so she could go. Get away.