And now she stood in front of the cellar with a tray of breakfast in her hands, trying to bolster herself with a silent pep talk. You are going to be cheerful. But you will not drown him in a flood of conversation. You will be friendly. You will not think about the look in his eyes as he watched you be tortured. Hermione gulped and refocused quickly. You will call him Draco and smile at him. You will not stare at his arm. You will not ask him personal questions. There seemed to be far more do-nots than dos on Hermione’s list, and her palms started sweating. You will be fine. She told herself and tried to believe it as she descended into the cellar, a subdued Ron – she had talked to him last night about Draco – dropping the door shut above her.