"Don't," she snarled, just one word but filled with rage, because she hated that admiration in his voice. Despised it. She struggled to suck in a breath. "Just don't," she said again and then turned back to the canisters, looking for the Kolokol-1 with shaking fingers and blurring eyes, the admiration in Draco's voice, the naked curiosity on his face at the damage the gun had caused echoing over and over in her head. She just wanted to go home, she thought sickly and stifled a sob behind one hand, fingers crushing her lips too-hard against her teeth and chin trembling with trapped sobs.