For the umpteenth time in her life, the appearance of that smug, arrogant look made her want to scream. And she almost did, for all that this night had pushed her to places she would have staked her life on that she never would have had to experience. She squeezed her hands into fists at her side - sparks flew from her wand as words caught in her throat.

His outstretched hand only served to push her further away, and she shook her head, shoulders tight. "No," She protested, finally hearing her voice break. "No, Malfoy I can't do this, I'm — this isn't how this was supposed to go, I wasn't supposed to come to you and drag you into this. I wasn't supp —" Her free hand fluttered up to her neck - air refused to go down her throat. Even the simple gesture reminded her of how she'd almost lost her life, and yet the realization that she couldn't remember how that had happened made her chest constrict even more. "I can't remember anything - what if I'd killed him without thinking; what if he was completely innocent and I just...murdered him?"

She hadn't realized she'd backed all the way up to the wall, as if the more distance she put between them the better the situation would be. The more he would realize exactly how incredibly stupid she'd been this evening. That his expression would harden, and he would look at her coldly, and disappear. Her chest heaved as she tried to draw breath. Spots began to dance in her vision, and she gripped her wand again as that would provide any sort of support.

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