Draco grimaced. He was tired of his own company and he did want to find out more. Ever since he got back from the Ministry, he had not been able to meet Hermione’s eyes. She saw strength in him. That confession changed something in him. He wasn’t sure why, but he wanted her to keep seeing him as such. Of course closeting himself in his room was not the way to go. But he didn’t want to lose control of his magic in front of her either. What kind of strength was it that made him let his magic flow freely around?