Draco crumpled the letter up in his hand reflexively, bowing his head to his clenched fist and shutting his eyes tightly. Grinding his knuckles against his forehead and focusing on the discomfort it caused. Breathing deep and slow. Trying not to erupt into a fit of rage that wouldn't be fair to Hermione to have to see, not that she would complain. She would understand. She always tried so hard to understand. Even though the future might be doubtful, to say the least, Hermione was everything to him. Fucking everything.