She considered going down to the cellar and telling Draco about the letters – that would pry him away from Pansy – but decided against it. He'd come up as soon as he was able to leave Pansy. Of course he would. And the letters could wait until morning. If Pansy needed him, then that was understandable, with the state the Slytherin girl was in, Hermione told herself, refusing to let insecurity or jealousy niggle at her. But she really wished he was here right now and she could fall asleep curled into him, wrapped in his arms. Or find out what was in the damned letters, instead of waiting until the morning with it hanging over her head.