Hermione just scowled, eyes hard and wet, and he felt a stab of guilt. He was the one making her feel like shit. God, what was he even doing? He was an arsehole. Draco stopped in his tracks without realising, and his fingers twitched as he fought the urge to reach out and touch her. Wipe away the tear that was welling over and trickling down her cheek. Hermione jabbed him again, snapping Draco out of his reverie and he hissed, continuing his backward shuffle across the kitchen to the wall.