"I know. We’re not going there." She led him up the stairs, and he followed without resistance, fingers wrapped around each other’s arms and she could feel the tension running through him like a live wire. What had Narcissa done? What had she said to do this to Draco? His self-control was in tatters, and it frightened Hermione. She had never thought he could get so close to losing it in front of the others. He was always so in control. Whether he was being snarky, or nasty, or cold, or civil...it was always something he chose to do. This had been...a near bloody breakdown. Hermione wished she could hex his mother. It had to be her that had triggered this. It had to be.