"No, Harry. You can’t say that sort of thing. Ever. You don’t know the first thing about our relationship. You don’t know anything about Draco, and who he is now." Hermione’s voice was as icy as Draco’s nastiest sneer, and Harry’s eyes went wide behind his glasses. Maybe she had finally gotten through to him. Maybe he might finally take her seriously. Hermione could only hope. She didn’t want to fight; she just wanted to be with Draco without her friends hating it – hating him. God, she wanted that so badly.