Draco had been wise enough to leave her alone. Another confrontation with him so soon after their private meeting would not have gone well. She was struggling to keep it all together as it was. One more heated discussion and she might crumble under the strain. Her brain felt heavy, exhausted, fuzzy. Almost like she was losing what limited grip on reality she had. Of course that thought only made her chuckle. When was the last time she even remembered what it felt like to be completely coherent and sane?