She resented Draco for the way he had stayed so distant and cold after they'd shagged, Hermione admitted to herself. She didn't want to resent him – it wasn't fair to resent him; she had wanted it, she had started it, she had bloody well known that it wouldn't change a goddamn thing. But...an obviously stupid and naïve small part of her had been convinced that sex would change things. But in the aftermath all that sleeping with Draco had done was make things hurt more – make them more awkward. Hermione still refused to regret doing it, but she couldn't ignore how foolish it had been. So yeah, she resented him a little.