Hermione had not been to any classes in two days, Draco had never known her to miss so much school willingly, apart from the second year when she was supposedly a cat. Only on Tuesday afternoon did he finally find out why. He imagined if he had been paying attention to the whispers and gossip he would've known sooner but when you occlude for days on end, it becomes hard to refocus on anything. Ron fucking Weasley had been poisoned and was in the hospital wing unresponsive and Dracos swotty, goodie good little soul bond was mourning that loser. 