Hermione sat looking at the door with a mixture of dread and anticipation. Draco had hardly said a word to her for three days and despite herself, she couldn’t fault him for that. She was appalled by her behaviour. She knew that at least a good part of her it had been the stress of where they were, Bellatrix’s laughter resounding through her head, but that was no excuse. She had no idea why he was still single, or even why it even mattered but that was certainly not the right way to ask.