She wasn’t actually even sure where Malfoy had been staying. The dormitory had been quiet, and every evening as Hermione wound down and made herself tea she made sure to peak at his door. For the last two weeks, no light had shown under the door to indicate his presence. His appearance at meals had been scarce. In the mornings she’d seen him arrive at the Slytherin table with his friends, grab an apple, sip on a cup of tea, then promptly leave. Hermione had even once searched the library, making her way through the stacks under the guise of searching for an obscure tome on a rare magical plant, but found no sign of Malfoy. 