She remained on the bed until long after he left, resting her chin on her knees. Her mind was whirling with questions. Despite his bitter, exasperated demeanor, Draco was worried, terrified of something. The pit in Hermione’s stomach seemed to grow in size. It was as if her insides had grown a mind of their own, twisting and lurching, trying to crawl their way up her esophagus. If they were searching for someone to decode the final instructions, that meant they were looking for  her. 