For the next hour, Malfoy mingled throughout the room while Hermione tried to remain as inconspicuous as possible. For the most part, she managed it, which was why she could tell that Voldemort's gaze had not moved from watching them for more than a minute. Malfoy played his part to perfection, but Hermione could see Draco through the walls now. He was hurting. In the twilight of his life, he was forced to reign over everything they hoped to end.