There was no way to respond to that.  Hermione twisted her mouth and tried to find the comfortable place she'd been in before Draco wanted to talk about his guilt over setting a bird free.  It had disappeared and instead her irritation at Pansy and Jean seemed to poke at her from every wrinkle in the sheet.  If Pansy had just minded her own business.  If Jean had just taken his potions.  If she had just not been so flattered the beautiful French boy had wanted her.  If.  If.  If.