"Do you always have to be such an annoying git, Malfoy? I don’t have to be down here, you know? I could be up with people I like, but instead I choose to be down here with you. Would it really be that difficult to appreciate that fact?" she snapped sharply without thinking, tiredness getting the best of her, and there was a long silence. She looked up, and saw Draco holding The Earthsea Quartet – one of Hermione’s favourite childhood books – very tightly in one hand and staring at her, somehow incorporating both anxiety and resentment into his expression. She swore inwardly and apologised.