Earlier when he and Draco had stepped into the kitchens on their rounds he had noticed a stack of books Hermione had been reading behind her. Propped open on a jug of pumpkin juice was  Soulful, Soulless, Soulbonds,  a book he had read in fifth year when Draco had mentioned his parents were soulbonds. Theo had wondered about his own parents and spent close to six months studying everything he could find on soulbonds and what they meant. Unfortunately he had never uncovered whether or not his parents were bonded and had simply lost interest in pursuing it. But tonight he had noticed the subtle shift in Hermione's stance when he had asked what she was studying. He saw the nervous glance she risked towards the stack of old books and the quick looks she gave him and Draco. She was up to something, he knew it. Why wasn't she in the library reading them? He knew that like him, she treasured books more than most material objects, he knew she wouldn't want to risk damaging the books with spilled food or drink from the kitchens. He also thought that maybe she didn't want anyone to know what she was studying, maybe she was nervous what her best friends would think if they knew what Theo had started piecing together since their potions class this afternoon. 