"I didn’t know that! I was just a fucking kid! I was fucking scared, all right?" Draco was shouting, off the bed and dragging the sheet with him, the folds of apricot cotton draped precariously around his hips as he glared at her. His hair fell into his eyes and he tried fruitlessly to blow it out with a sharp puff of breath, chest heaving from their yelling. He hoped Hermione had remembered to bloody well soundproof the room again, or they’d be giving the whole Order a show. Although at this point he didn’t give a fuck. Hermione was red-faced and furious, kneeling up on the bed with the blanket clutched to her chest, yelling at the top of her bloody lungs,