Knowing that reading the newspapers was likely going to be the only thing that could calm her mind down, Hermione climbed out of bed, picked up the stack, and crawled back in under the covers before unfolding them. She couldn't remember when she last was able to steal a Daily Prophet. Months, at least. Whatever was inside the pages must have been important for Draco to leave them. He wasn't the kind of person to do something without thought or reason.