He and Hermione hadn't spoken much since their last conversation in Nott library and she was always a little more tense, a little more careful, when he was in the room. If it wasn't for those semi-covert looks she shot at him from time to time, Draco would think she had no interest in his presence, his friendship or... anything more. There were times, fairly rare, that he thought he caught heat in her gaze. But she never touched him, never gave him more than a passing glance. He'd been content to let it go, unwilling to push or ask for something that maybe she didn't want, before he realized the problem. She thought he was still engaged. Most of them did, in fact. He'd only told Blaise and Pansy (who, in true Pansy fashion, had sighed heavily and congratulated him on ridding himself of that "heinous, vapid little bitch") about him ending things with Astoria. It was time to tell her, he knew. Time to lay every card he had on the table, one last time, and see where it went.