The Scrabble board Hermione had given Draco sat on the table in front of him, and he stared at the bone-coloured tiles with unfocused eyes. The damned game bored the shit out of Draco, but Hermione loved it. They had sat talking over so many games. Arguing, divulging small secrets, playing footsy under the table; both of them sore losers, but invariably Hermione won – and lorded it over him. Draco wanted to play the stupid game again, but he doubted he ever would.