Hermione licked her lips and didn’t look at Draco as she fidgeted with the games, lining the boxes up precisely, feeling uncomfortable and backed into a corner that she really didn’t want to be in. "You know I can’t tell you that." She wished she could. It would be nice to be able to talk to him about the specifics of missions before they took place, to get his advice on tactics, his reassurance. Hermione knew Draco was much better than her at that sort of thing, if Risk was any indication of skill; she hadn’t won a single game yet.