Draco was silent, clearly unable to answer with the truth nor an excuse out of fear for his master’s reaction. Hermione smiled down at the blond, he had always skated by and had probably just skimmed the tome. Voldemort had given her a copy which she had read in twenty-four hours, barely stopping to eat or sleep because it had been so engaging. The complexities of war warding and the implications of such magic were far reaching, especially for a young witch like herself who now found herself in the middle of a war. 