Draco Malfoy was in a window alcove in the main foyer of the school. He had parchment and a quill in hand. He seemed to be entranced with whatever he was writing. Hermione had never seen him at dinner. She had either missed him or he had purposely avoided eating with the rest of the school. Maybe that’s what he was doing now, waiting for the dinner rush to cease before entering the doors to the Hall.