Hermione brushed her hair off her face and wondered if she was a terrible person and a coward for running away from him the night of The Kiss and not going back. But then she thought of the madness of the mission earlier that evening, and told herself that whatever she was, she wasn’t a coward. But guilt still tap, tap, tapped sickly in her stomach, and try as she might, Hermione couldn’t get back to sleep. Her stomach wrenched at her, and she felt very near tears. Not just because of Malfoy, but everything. Hermione realised with slow, sad weariness that she needed the shoulder to cry on that she couldn’t give Neville.