than me on our NEWT’s! I’ve been studying for years for this. You’ve been in a Gods be damned holding cell for the past several months– it’s just not–" Hermione stopped talking at once, her eyes going wide before she looked up at him. Draco raised an aristocratic brow, pursing his lips and glaring down at her. "I didn’t mean that the way it sounded, Draco, I swear, I just– how?" Hermione breathed out, gnawing at her lower lip in worry. 