Draco’s stomach sank. Whatever hope he had been holding for Astoria vanished with Priddy’s answer. She had been in on it. A willing participant in his and Hermione’s ruination. He felt her look and met her eyes. No sympathy. No pity. Just a hard acknowledgement of the facts, logic unadulterated by emotion or pride. He nodded; they were together in this, then. All the way.