Hermione’s eyes blinked open, adjusting to the almost blackness of the room, it was dark out now. Had she slept all day, how late was it? She was about to let herself drift back out, unconcerned with the idea of food or anything else when she remembered the conversation, she was desperate to have. Instead, she propped herself up on her elbow and blinked at Draco, who looked like he had been awake for some time, even if he hadn’t moved from the spot next to her.