"There's nothing to discuss," she stated, muttering an additional, "per usual," under her breath. Except, Draco caught it. His eyes narrowed into dangerous slits and Hermione's pulse quickened unhelpfully. The usual bout of nausea she'd been fighting all day reared its head again, but she swallowed the slick at the back of her throat and sat up, sloshing the warm water onto the tile floor.