"I'm sorry," she said again, eyes on the floor, Potter's invisibility cloak balled up in one hand, and Draco gritted his teeth, swallowed hard. Hermione waited for a brief moment, hovering uncertainly her eyes darting up to his every few heartbeats, as if she hoped Draco would change his mind, tell her to stay, but he didn't. He couldn't. Even though Nymphadora and Hermione were right about a short time together being better than nothing, Draco just couldn't fucking do it.