Hermione yanked the bottle from his hand and drank, shuddered from more than just the firewhiskey; sickened disgust printed all over her face, and Draco felt an intense sense of shame – mostly in that he had ever been a part of all of that. Even if he had never done anything himself, he had been involved. He felt sick. He had been party to so much horror and he knew how much it upset Hermione, to know what he had done and seen and experienced before he had run. He wanted her to never know everything. The shame might destroy him. He tried to clear his head. Refocus.