No, because she told him not to be sorry. Why had she told him not to be sorry? Was she insane? Well, no, of course not, she’s the brightest witch of her age and all. But to even contemplate that she had possibly wanted him there, wanted his touch... that was actual insanity. Draco had thought about what Granger had said over and over and always was reminded of the way her breathing picked up, the pretty way her face had flushed, and how wide her eyes were, brimming with another kind of fire beneath their amber color. A fire he knew was reflected in his own, probably twice as intense. 