The corners of Hermione's lips twitched, and she smiled, bitterly. She snickered, swallowing a lump that lingered in her throat, itching, making it harder to breathe. Hermione pushed herself off the wall, drawing her hands behind her back. Taking a few steps forward, she glanced over her shoulder at Draco. For the first time all evening, she could recognise him in the stranger that appeared today.