Hermione was packing books in her room, after Marella offered anything she wished to take from her personal library. Draco appeared in the doorway, leaning against the frame with his hands in his pockets. He was watching her stack books with an appraising sort of look. "I don't think this is going to work," he said out of the blue as she inspected a worn cover, deciding if it was going to fit into the trunk she had nearly filled. 