After three weeks, Hermione could take no more. She had seen Draco a couple of times, but it wasn’t enough. She felt off-kilter without him at her side, like she had slept poorly or was coming down with a head cold. She felt his absence like a permanent stitch in her side. At yet another round-table, her mind drifted - thinking of grey eyes, white-blond hair, and long fingers. When jolted to contribute to the topic of how best to appoint a new Minister, Hermione responded with her resignation instead. 