"Malfoy?" Hermione set the tray of food down on the card table, which wobbled briefly as she touched it. He still hadn’t answered her, and Hermione had a twinge of ridiculous worry that Ron had actually murdered him. She set her hands on her jean-clad hips and stared around the room, turning around and trying to see into the many shadows. There! She thought she made out a shape by the stairs. God, what was he doing? She walked slowly over, cautious.