"Ok, hang on." He turned and went back into his room. Hermione picked up the books and supplies that had fallen out of her bag when she threw it on the sofa. She couldn’t begin to think what it was that Draco wanted to talk to her about. They had been cordial to each other while he was recovering. She had let him know that she told McGonagall that he had Black Cat Flu so to ward off any curious questions about his disappearance from school life. She never said anything when she brought him food and work; the food just seemed to appear under a stasis charm and the classwork was always on the table in front of the sofa. 