Unable to look into his eyes, Hermione watched the way his chest heaved as he inhaled the smoke of his new cigarette. It stiffened as he let the smoke sink to his lungs. And then released as he blew it back out into the cold, night air. She needed to focus. She needed to stay focused on just one thing or else she was going to lose control, and Draco was the only thing in her line of sight that moved enough to keep her from sinking into her own mind. Where the not-so-happy memories were kept much closer than the ones of her school years with Harry and Ron.