"Remember what you have in your hands, Miss Granger, use it." And then silence. When Draco turned he found the painting empty, only blank, dark green background. He guessed it was the last time he saw his Godfather.They stayed seated for a while after that, not expecting to find out this much and so quickly. Draco's hand twitched, he couldn't stand this tense silence around them, a wrenching sound he hated. Hermione didn't ask questions, didn't throw a fit, she was just staring at the fire, her dark eyes focused on dancing flames, expression blank and un-telling. "Might as well be done with this." Draco moved to stand up but he grabbed hi arm, not letting him leave his sitting place."Be done with this ? Are you insane ?" She exclaimed. "Didn't you hear what Snape said ?"Of course I heard, I was her wasn't I." The sarcasm was dipped in venom but not directed at her, never at her."How can you decide this just like that ?" Hermione stood up and stepped away, he was still sitting, not looking at her, but she knew he was paying attention, to her words at least.