"What?" he asked as she compressed her lips and ignored him, casting her eyes about for her jersey. Tears clouded her eyes and she blamed the stress of the past few weeks. How was it that Draco could be so nice one moment, and then so snarky and horrible the next? Last night...last night had been just what Hermione had needed; simple comfort, silent and without judgement or expectations. And now he was being a horrible prat and teasing her.