Draco took a seat beside her and Hermione set her tea down, shaking her head. "He wasn't happy," she confirmed. "I suppose I should have known, shouldn't I?" She hated that Draco and Harry had been such terrible enemies, it made this all so much worse. "He wasn't really nasty, not really," Hermione tried to overlook Harry's initial retorts and his attitude. "I tried to tell him how different you are, that you aren't the same as you were in school." She hated this. "And you know, he could have told me. Its not just who you are, its not just you. But we were alone together all that time. Weeks! He could have spoken up," Hermione shook her head. "He said he wanted to be alone," she said, and that had been the worst part. She teared up just thinking about it. "He didn't even want me around after I told him," she said quietly, a tear slipping down her cheek. "I'm sorry," she apologized after a moment, turning to look at Draco squarely. "I don't mean to ramble."