"Look! Can we just not do this right now?" Hermione sighed. "I’m tired." Glancing at her nightstand, she could see it was almost 5:00 am. When Malfoy had first broken into her room, her mind and body had been buzzing with adrenaline. But the discussion with McGonagall and now the talk of Blood Magic had left her drained. McGonagall would be on the hunt for him soon.