Draco had, unsurprisingly, long since grown bored; her spoilt little princeling was currently amusing himself by going through Ron’s wardrobe and sniggering at the number of holes and darns in his garments, particularly in his underwear drawer. Hermione considered reproving him – after all, her own clothing had been in worse condition a scant two years ago – but quickly thought better of it. She had better things to focus on.